Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 79 Sydney acted as if she hadn't heard a word, her cold gaze fixed on the silver acupuncture set in the boy's hand. "Give it back. Now." Alan had passed down a prestigious, centuries-old acupuncture technique, one taught to only a single protégé per generation. At 13, Sydney had already been chosen to inherit it. Even Marcus had never been granted access. The silver needles had been a gift from Alan when she began her training. To her, they were priceless-both in sentiment and significance. "I won't! I want to piss you off!" The angrier she got, the more gleeful Timothy became.

He yanked the needles from their case and flung them across the floor, stomping on them with both feet like a lunatic. Sydney grabbed him by the collar and hauled him out of the consultation room. Her face darkened as she pinched his pudgy cheeks, her cold, sharp gaze locking onto his. "If you come into my office again, I'll jab every one of those needles into your head. Got it?" she said slowly. "I'll turn you into a chubby little pincushion. Do you believe me?" Timothy's bravado collapsed. He trembled all over, his mouth twisting before he burst into wailing sobs. "I don't believe you!

own child? Not that it mattered to Sydney. He wasn't her kid. Why would she care? Although the clinic had seen fewer patients with the New Year approaching, Sydney hadn't left her seat all morning. She didn't see her final patient until nearly 1:00 p.m. She didn't head to the

a sharp, blood- curdling scream rang out from the stairwell. Then came the sound of something tumbling down the steps. Acting on instinct, she pushed open the fire door and rushed in. The motion-sensor lights snapped on, flooding the stairwell with harsh white light. Timothy lay crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, deathly still. Blood was pouring

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