Chapter 63: Poisoned for Three Years

Three days after Iker’s last checkup, his leg had worsened. A faint ache plagued him at night, prompting Adrian to call Layne and Cheyenne.

Iker’s mind flashed back to Cheyenne’s accidental touch during their last meeting, the faint fragrance lingering in his memory. His face flushed slightly.

Soon, Cheyenne arrived, dressed in a light yellow, irregularly patterned floral dress, her light makeup enhancing her elegance. She looked strikingly different.

Tanner greeted them warmly, “Old Mr. Edwards, Miss Lawrence, please come in.”

Cheyenne ascended the stairs, a feeling of being watched unsettling her. Looking back, she saw two maids with downcast eyes, seemingly unremarkable. She paused, allowing her grandfather to catch up before taking his arm and quietly ascending the stairs. In a hushed tone, she whispered, “Someone is secretly monitoring us.”

Layne, unsurprised, subtly observed one of the maids.

Iker sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, yet his eyes held a darkness that startled Cheyenne. His profile, reminiscent of a Greek god, radiated power and authority. “You’re here? Have a seat,” he offered nonchalantly.

A servant brought coffee. Noticing the dark circles under Iker’s eyes, Cheyenne asked with concern, “Master Iker, haven’t you been sleeping well?”

Iker’s lips twitched. His voice turned cold, “Mind your own business.”

Cheyenne, unfazed, chuckled playfully, “Say something harsher.” Iker stared at her, clearly bewildered. He concluded she was no ordinary woman.

Layne, seeing Iker’s displeasure, coughed pointedly, urging his granddaughter to be more serious.

“Alright, let’s get to the point. Master Iker, may we see your leg?”

Iker gestured for Tanner to close the door, then casually rolled up his pant legs, revealing his well-defined calves. Three days prior, his legs had been normal except for a slightly red knee wound. Now, one leg was terrifying; thick veins resembled muscular earthworms beneath his skin. The knee wound was severely torn and bloody.

“This! How could this happen?!” Cheyenne and Layne exclaimed, shocked by the rapid deterioration.

Tanner’s eyes reddened. “The weather has been changing. Whenever the wind blows at night, Master Iker’s legs flare up.”

Cheyenne gently touched the veins, causing Iker to gasp. “Does it hurt?” she asked. Her eyes shone with concern.

“It’s like being bitten by millions of ants, and roasted over a fire,” Iker described the agonizing pain, adding, “It hurts and itches!” He scratched constantly, reopening the wounds. Even this offered little relief.

Iker, a ten-year military veteran accustomed to pain, found himself in a state of utter misery. Cheyenne’s heart softened, forgiving his coldness. She reflected on his life: a promising future shattered by a car accident, leaving him disabled at only twenty-seven. Family tragedy, emotional setbacks, career failure, and relentless physical pain.

A surge of anger swept over Iker. He didn’t need sympathy, especially not from a woman. “Have you seen enough? Can you cure it or not? If not, get out!” he spat.

“Master Iker, please calm down. I didn’t say it couldn’t be cured, but your leg doesn’t seem like a simple injury,” Cheyenne responded calmly.

Silence fell, broken only by their breathing; Tanner's heavy gasps were particularly noticeable. Finally, he stammered, “Miss Lawrence… what did you say?”

Three years earlier, everyone had witnessed Iker’s horrific car accident, his car flipping before landing on him. His legs were severely damaged.

“I understand what Cheyenne means,” Layne explained. “Ordinary injuries heal, but Master Iker still feels pain, indicating his legs haven't fully necrotized. The recurring wounds are unusual. If it were a rheumatic disease, the pain would originate in the bone marrow, not the surface.”

Tanner’s eyes widened. “S-s-so you’re saying Master Iker… is poisoned?”

“Bingo!” Cheyenne snapped her fingers.

Iker’s killing intent was palpable; his eyes blazed with anger. Poisoned for three years, despite consulting numerous doctors, none had detected it. Only Cheyenne had uncovered the truth. Were the doctors incompetent, or had they been bribed?

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