LittleNovelChapter 695: Before Aimee's outburst could take full flight, Corrine's thoughts remained unchanged.
She had never suspected Aimee; if she had, she wouldn't have had Jules investigate quietly in the first place. Something had gone wrong along the way-an error that led Jules to point fingers at Aimee.
"Did Jules tell you I'm his cousin?" Corrine asked, her voice casual, as if discussing the weather.
Aimee froze, her rage suddenly silenced.
Her eyes widened, and she stared at Corrine as though she'd seen a ghost, caught in the headlights of an approaching train.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor a long moment, she stood speechless, her mouth agape, before stammering, "You... you... you're..." Before she could finish, Jules entered, his expression unreadable.
Without a word, he seized Aimee's hand and, in one swift motion, dragged her out.
"Aimee, cwith me." As the door closed behind them, Corrine, unbothered, finished resetting her dislocated ankle with the sprecision she had before.
The doctor arrived shortly after, glancing at the scene with quiet admiration. His eyes fell on Corrine, and he gave a nod of approval.
"This method is not only swift but effective. Who handled this?" For more chapters visit g In ove Is.☐☐☐ His gaze instinctively shifted to Nate, as though expecting to see a trained hand behind the procedure.
After all, such a technique often belonged to those with military expertise.
But Corrine, her voice void of any emotion, simply replied with a single word.
"Me." The doctor's expression stiffened ever so slightly at those words. His gaze roamed over Corrine, assessing her from head to toe with a mix of scrutiny and restrained curiosity.
He found it hard to reconcile—this woman, delicate in appearance, carried the kind of expertise he had only ever seen in hardened professionals.
She certainly didn't look like someone molded by the rigors of training.
Noticing his silence, Corrine arched a brow.
"Is there a problem?" The doctor snapped out of his thoughts, shaking his head almost too quickly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"No. Of course not."
Stepping forward, he conducted a routine examination, but the Om om technique she had used to reset her bone felt too familiar, too practiced. The realization gnawed at him until he could no longer keep his question at bay.
"If I may ask, who trained you, ma'am?" he asked after a beat.
He had only ever witnessed such fearless precision in the field during fieldeduring the Ablorus riots, where skill meant survival.
At his words, something flickered in Corrine's eyes, an intrigue so brief it ve was almost imperceptible. She held his gaze, her tone devoid of emotion.
"My cousin, Jules Ford."
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