Chapter 49: You’ll Come Tomorrow

Before his legs were broken, few people dared to approach Iker due to his cold and intimidating presence. After his injury, his temper became even more unpredictable; he often flew into rages over trivial matters, making it difficult for servants to care for him.

But this woman, Cheyenne, dared to meet his gaze unflinchingly. Her bright, clear eyes were as pure as an autumn lake, warm and radiant. Her smile, vibrant as rose petals, momentarily stunned him.

“The mighty warrior, who once shone as a major general, judges others by their appearance?” she said easily.

Her words made everyone nervous. Iker, known for his volatile temper, had even mocked Kai directly. Servants who made mistakes were fired without a second chance, and those who insulted him behind his back were severely punished. No one had ever dared to speak so boldly to him before.

A hint of anger filled Iker’s deep-set eyes. His voice, surprisingly cold, made people shiver. "Say that again!"

Layne, worried about his granddaughter, started to speak, but Cheyenne continued:

“Isn’t that right? You refuse treatment because you look down on my gender and my grandfather’s attire! Who said only those in white coats and leather shoes are doctors? My grandfather may not have treated patients for over ten years, but he’s saved countless lives with his acupuncture. I once admired you for your achievements, but now you seem a pitiful creature, using anger to hide your insecurities!”

Cheyenne's soft words resonated powerfully. The atmosphere froze.

Erica, clenching her hands, glared at Cheyenne. ‘Who does she think she is? No one knows Iker’s pain. How dare she call him a pitiful creature? He was a hero!’

The words "pitiful creature" hit Iker hard. For three years, he’d despised pity and sympathy. Rage filled him; his eyes bloodshot, as if he were about to attack.

"Miss Lawrence, get out of the way!" Thalia and Kai shouted.

Once, an insolent servant had mocked Iker, calling him a "pitiful creature," and ended up with three broken ribs and internal bleeding after a single punch from Iker. He spent months recovering. The words were a taboo; whenever he heard them, he'd rage uncontrollably.

Even facing a delicate woman, Iker lunged at Cheyenne. Layne slammed the table, ready to defend his granddaughter and refuse treatment if she was harmed. He mused, Why bother with this weirdo? There are other ways to investigate Adrian's intentions. Cheyenne's safety is paramount.

Just as everyone expected Cheyenne to be injured, she dodged Iker's attack, swiftly moving behind him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands gripping his wrists. She wrapped a leg around his waist, her red skirt sliding, revealing a slender leg.

The close contact, and the leg around his waist, startled Iker. He’d never had such intimate contact with a woman. He was flustered, trapped and unable to move. He felt her soft touch against his throat, contrasting with the icy coldness of her hands.

Cheyenne, gripping Iker’s neck, exclaimed, "This move is called a choke hold! Master Iker, you've never been treated like this before, have you? If your leg wasn't injured, I wouldn't even get close. If you don't want to hear those words again, you need to become stronger. Be the old Iker, not just the Todd family's young master!"

She released him, straightened her dress, resuming her elegant demeanor. But the scene remained etched in everyone's memory. Her words were a bomb, shattering Iker's emotional defenses.

His anger dissipated, replaced by thoughtfulness. He murmured, "Be Iker, not the Todd family’s young master!"

A hoarse voice behind Cheyenne said, "You, come over tomorrow."

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