Chapter 92

"You promised to share my burden. Running scared already?"

Nathaniel's lips curled in a mocking smirk. "Go ahead, leave. I'd rather die than live like this."

Vivian Lockhart never yielded to threats, but guilt trips were her weakness. Abandoning him now would haunt her forever.

"Fine, I'll take care of you. But only for the money!" she snapped.

This mess was his fault for saving her. She despised owing anyone. Walking away would be unforgivable.

Just a few days. It’d be over before she knew it.

"You’re doing this willingly. No one forced you."

Nathaniel’s arrogance made her fists clench.

"Absolutely. I’m bored and love being yelled at. Thrilled to be your personal servant. Happy?"

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Pompous ass."

True to his capitalist nature, Nathaniel wasted no time exploiting her.

"I’m thirsty. Fetch me water."

"Remember—36°C exactly. Not a degree higher or lower."

"You—!"

Vivian’s knuckles whitened. The urge to punch him was overwhelming.

As she stormed off, cursing him, Nathaniel’s lips twitched into a sly fox-like grin.

The doctor and nurses entered moments later.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Blackwood?" the doctor asked cautiously.

"Figure it out yourself. Stop wasting my time."

Nathaniel’s icy tone left the doctor flustered.

"Apologies, Mr. Blackwood. We’ve done all we can. The venom’s effects are temporary but... uncomfortable."

Seeing the truth about to spill, Vivian cut in dramatically.

"I’ll care for my husband! Even if he never walks again, I’ll be his hands, his feet, his everything!"

The doctor blinked.

Paralysis was temporary. Why the theatrics?

Ah, married life. Outsiders wouldn’t understand.

"Your devotion is touching, Mrs. Blackwood. We’ll leave his care to you."

He turned to the nurses. "Since Mr. Blackwood values privacy, Mrs. Blackwood will handle his medication and hygiene. Train her."

"Medication? Hygiene?" Vivian paled. "What exactly does that entail?"

A nurse smiled gently. "Don’t worry. It’s simple—"

"The venom requires topical treatment. You’ll need to apply ointment... everywhere. Three times daily."

Vivian’s soul left her body.

Rub medicine all over him? Impossible!

Nathaniel, silent until now, finally spoke.

"Then let’s begin."