He Broke My Bones I Broke His Soul novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The doctor came for rounds.

“The broken bones can be set, but the ligaments and tendons… they’re much harder to repair.” He sighed. “If she had been treated immediately after the injury, we could have restored at least 80% of her hand function. But now…”

The doctor shook his head helplessly.

“The VIP patient upstairs is the heiress of the Sinclair group. A few days ago, she suffered a minor fracture, but the Hawthorne Group flew in a world–class medical team just for her. They’re still in the hospital. If they were willing to intervene, I believe there’s still a chance for her hands to regain function–maybe not 100%, but at least enough for daily tasks like eating and dressing…”

The resident physician, a woman, looked at me with pity. “Our chief personally went to ask. But… when they heard it was for you, their condition was that you kneel before Miss Montgomery and beg.”

She knew how humiliating it was, but she had no choice–this was explicitly demanded by the eldest son of the Sinclair family.

Even now, she trembled remembering the murderous look in his eyes.

I smiled. “It’s fine. I can always just die.”

How pathetic. These words came from my own brother—the one who had already forgotten our mother’s death entirely.

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