Arnold had been so close to possessing her that night. However, Felicia fought him fiercely, preferring self-harm to surrender, maintaining her lucidity despite the drugs. Her unwavering determination to protect herself, to view him as the enemy, was unshakeable. Then Stephan intervened.

At that moment, Arnold's jealousy erupted, consuming his reason. Every cell screamed, "Felicia belongs to me. She was always mine." For the first time, he confronted his true feelings: he didn't just want Felicia; he needed her.

As Khogend receded into the distance, Arnold's dark eyes burned with fierce determination. One day, he would return, and reclaim what he believed was his. "Felicia," he thought, "you won't escape me."

On Felicia's fourth day in Ablil, Maurice's acupuncture treatments continued to show remarkable progress. Under her care, he progressed from slight movements to bending and straightening his legs. His sensation of pain and fatigue returned; he felt discomfort when pinched and a dull ache after prolonged leg elevation. For Maurice, paralyzed for years, this was miraculous.

At the bath's edge, he watched Felicia with a faint smile, his gaze calm yet intense. "You've saved my life, Ms. Fuller," he said, his tone light but purposeful.

Felicia returned the smile politely, but inwardly she rolled her eyes. "This psycho," she thought, "knows I'm his savior, yet he'll discard me once I'm no longer useful. Classic." Seizing the opportunity, she adopted a cheerful tone. "This place is so boring. No signal, can't even go online. I'd love to relax, maybe even play some games."

She wasn't wrong—the estate's security prevented network access for anyone but Maurice and his inner circle. For others, phones were useless. Maurice raised an eyebrow, a hidden amusement in his smile. "Four days in, and she's restless. Is she trying to contact Stephan? Or has she realized I won't let her go and is seeking help?" He indulged her. "What do you want?"

"A computer," Felicia grinned, "with internet access, so I can play games."

With a nod, one of Maurice's men retrieved a laptop, handing it to Felicia with exaggerated politeness. She feigned irritation. "What are you giving it to me for? Put it in my room."

The man complied, carrying the laptop to her suite. After checking Maurice's pulse, Felicia declared herself satisfied and returned to her room at the Bamboo Court.

This senior physician, on Maurice's payroll, lacked the skill to cure Maurice's paralysis, but possessed a keen eye for medical malpractice. He would detect any suspicious actions during the treatments.

After a thorough examination, Caeser Phil marveled, "Mr. Glovers, Ms. Fuller is remarkable. The cold toxins have plagued you for years, and countless experts have failed. Even I couldn't make progress... yet she removed more than half in just four sessions. Her skill is extraordinary, especially for someone so young."

Maurice shot him a frosty glare. "Did I bring you here to praise her?"

Caeser chuckled nervously, changing the subject. He inspected the bathwater and herbs, confirming their safety. "Rest assured, Mr. Glovers. Everything is perfectly safe."

Maurice nodded faintly, his expression unreadable. "Good."