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“Due to her father’s lack of discipline, she receives what’s coming to her,” Lyndon remarked coldly.

“The sentence for her misdeeds will be dictated by the law.

Just make sure someone keeps an eye on her and prevents the Lawrence family from bailing her out.

”

“Understood”, the assistant responded.

In the passenger seat, Tilda overheard the conversation.

She knew Lyndon was handling the situation with Evita.

Recalling the terrifying scene at the hospital earlier made her back start to ache faintly.

Had the anesthesia worn off?

Tilda didn’t say anything.

She buckled her seatbelt and sat quietly as Lyndon drove them home.

The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension.

As they pulled into the driveway of their villa, Lyndon glanced over and noticed the pallor on Tilda’s face.

His brow furrowed with concern as he leaned closer.

“Is something wrong? Is your wound bothering you?” he inquired gently.

Tilda adjusted her glasses and dismissed his concern with a strained smile.

“It’s okay,” she lied, feeling the intermittent stabs of pain like needle pricks beneath her skin.

She decided not to burden Lyndon with this detail.

Tilda stepped out of the car, her movements slightly cautious, and walked towards the villa with Elma and Sheldon in tow.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Lyndon exited the vehicle as well, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure, marked by a visible concern.

After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed the doctor’s number.

“What should I do if my wife’s wound is causing her pain?” he asked as soon as the call connected.

The doctor replied, “Healing takes time.

If the pain becomes unbearable, she might need to take some painkillers.

”

Lyndon’s knowledge of medications kicked in, prompting a follow-up question.

“Aren’t there side effects associated with frequent painkiller use?”

“Yes, all medications can have side effects.

It’s about balancing relief with those risks,” the doctor explained.

Lyndon’s voice carried a hint of frustration.

“Isn’t there a better way? Something without negative effects?”

“No, you can either just endure the pain or take painkillers.

” Then the doctor pondered briefly and suggested, “You could try to distract her from the pain.

”

Try to distract her from the pain?

Lyndon was enthusiastic and responded, “Like what?”