Chapter 63: Poisoned for Three Years
The Todd family…
It had been three days since Iker’s last check-up and during those three days, his leg seemed to have worsened.
It would ache faintly at night.
Adrian had no choice but to call Layne and Cheyenne again, asking them to come over today.
‘That woman?’ Iker’s mind flashed back to the accidental touch last time, and the faint fragrance on her body seemed to linger in his heart.
His handsome face turned slightly red.
In no time, Cheyenne appeared in front of him wearing a light yellow irregular floral dress.
She had deliberately dressed up with a light, elegant makeup. Today she looked different from others.
“Old Mr. Edwards, Miss Lawrence, please come in.” As soon as Tanner saw the two of them, he smiled sincerely like he had seen timely rain.
“Thank you.”
Cheyenne walked up the stairs holding her skirt. She didn’t know if she was overthinking it or not, but she felt like someone was watching her again.
Turning around and looking back at the staircase entrance, there were two young maids standing there with lowered eyes and nothing unusual about them.
She took a step back and waited for her grandfather to walk up before reaching out to hold his arm together as they went upstairs quietly
Then she said something that only they could hear. “Someone is secretly monitoring us.”
Layne wasn’t surprised by this revelation; his peripheral vision scanning one of the maids below.
Iker sat by the window, the sunlight outside casting a warm glow on him. The darkness and loneliness in his eyes caught Cheyenne off guard.
His profile was like that of a Greek god, exuding power and authority. “You’re here? Have a seat,” he said nonchalantly, gesturing to the empty chair in front of him.
As they sat down, a servant brought them coffee. Cheyenne noticed the dark circles under Iker’s eyes and asked with concern, “Master Iker, have you not been sleeping well?”
Iker’s lips twitched slightly, and he looked at her, his voice turning cold. “Just mind your own business.”
“Huh?” Cheyenne was taken aback. Realizing he was scolding her, she chuckled and said playfully, “Say something harsher.”
Most people would have felt embarrassed at being scolded but not Cheyenne.
Iker looked at her as if she were some kind of weirdo.
He came to a conclusion – she was not an ordinary woman!
Layne saw Master Iker lose face and immediately put on a serious expression and coughed to remind his granddaughter to be more serious.
“Alright, let’s get straight to the point. Master Iker, can you show me your leg?”
Iker gestured to Tanner to close the door, and then he casually rolled up his pant legs, baring his two sturdy and well-defined calves to the air.
When they came for Iker’s treatment three days ago, his legs were still in normal condition, only the wound on his knee was a little red.
But now, one of the legs looked fierce and terrifying. The veins on the leg were like thick, muscular earthworms coiled beneath his skin.
The injury at the knee was even more severe, and it was torn to the point of being bloody and fleshly.
“This! How could it become like this!”
Cheyenne and Layne were both surprised. How could it have gotten so serious in just three short days?
Tanner’s eyes turned red as he explained, “The weather has been changing these days. Whenever the wind blows at night, Master Iker’s legs start to act up.”
Will old wounds flare up again with a gust of wind?
“What does it feel like when you have an attack?” Cheyenne extended a finger and touched the veins in his leg.
With just a little bit of strength, she heard the sound of Iker gasping for breath.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
She lifted her head, her eyes shimmering like a clear spring.
“Uh.”
“What kind of pain is it?”
“It’s like being bitten by millions of ants, and as if being roasted over a fire.”
“It hurts and itches!”
So, he would constantly use his hand to scratch, tearing open those scabbed wounds again, causing them to bleed profusely.
Even so, it still could not relieve one-tenth of the pain.
Iker had been in the military for more than ten years and had suffered all kinds of injuries. He had long developed a calm attitude that few people could compare to.
Even he couldn’t help but end up in such a miserable state…Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
Cheyenne’s heart softened involuntarily, and she also forgave him for his cold attitude towards her.
Originally, he was a man with a bright future who would marry the president’s daughter and rose to the pinnacle of power. However, due to a car accident, he lost everything and became a disabled person.
Family misfortune, emotional setbacks, career failures, and also enduring physical pain and suffering.
And he was at the young age of only twenty-seven…
This was exactly the time to be full of energy and vitality!
Was she feeling sorry for him?
Iker’s anger suddenly rose up, he never needed anyone’s sympathy, especially not a woman’s sympathy! Thus, he betrated Cheyenne in an extremely cold voice, “Have you seen enough? Can you cure it or not? If not, then get out!”
“Master Iker, please don’t be so agitated. I didn’t say that it couldn’t be cured. It’s just that I feel like your leg doesn’t seem like a simple injury!” Cheyenne replied.
The room fell silent after her words, and they could hear each other’s breathing clearly. The heavier breath belonged to Tanner.
He gasped for air and didn’t react for a while before finally asking, “Miss Lawrence… what did you say?”
Three years ago, everyone had witnessed the car accident. They saw Iker’s car flipping 360 degrees in the air before landing.
Iker himself was trapped under the car, covered in blood.
His legs were severely damaged as well.
“I understand what Cheyenne means now,” Layne explained. “For ordinary injuries, we can determine the extent of bone damage and external wounds will heal over time.”
“But Master Iker could still feel pain three days ago, indicating that his legs haven’t completely necrotized.”
“The strange thing is that wounds that should have healed long ago are recurring frequently. If it were a typical rheumatic disease, the pain would come from the bone marrow, not the surface.”
After Layne’s explanation, Tanner’s eyes widened as he looked at the Iker’s legs.
With a dumbfounded expression, he stuttered, “S-s-so you’re saying Master Iker… is poisoned?”
“Bingo!” Cheyenne snapped her fingers, the crisp sound ringing in everyone’s ears and pulling their thoughts back from shock.
Iker’s body was clearly emanating a cold and fierce killing intent, his deep-set eyes containing enough flames of anger.
Poisoned for three long years!
And he had consulted numerous famous doctors, yet not one of them had detected it.
It was only Cheyenne who uncovered the unsightly truth for him.
Were the doctors he hired not skilled enough?
Or perhaps they had been bought off!