Wilfred's back was smooth and unblemished, his skin noticeably fairer than most, making the bruises stand out starkly.

However, Karina wasn't distracted and her entire focus was on carefully applying the medication.

But for Wilfred, maintaining his composure was far more challenging.

The warmth of her breath and the faint tremble of her fingertips felt like a persistent feather brushing over his senses, teasing his composure.

For the first time, Wilfred realized just how sensitive his back was, and the discovery filled him with regret. His fists clenched as he silently endured.

Suddenly, Karina leaned closer and gently blew on the bruised area. "Does it hurt? I'll blow on it to make it better."

His entire body stiffened, and in one swift motion, he grabbed his shirt and shrugged it back on, quickly pulling his lab coat over it. His voice came low and firm. "That's enough. No need for anything else."

froze, her eyes darting around the empty office. It was just the two of them, a man and a woman, alone together. The intimate setting, combined with what had just transpired, made her cheeks flush crimson, like a boiled lobster. "I'm sorry, Dr. Wilfred. I

awkwardness, interrupted her before she could finish. "That's enough. No need

the police station, they completed their statements, then sat down with the officers and the family to

rage bubbling over with every word. From

raw with grief. "He killed my daughter! Isn't it

exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure how to reason

justice is determined by the

fueled the family's

ready to recount the events leading up to the surgery. But Wilfred's calm voice cut through

said, taking control of

tone unwavering. Even the officers nodded in agreement as

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