Chapter 41

• Suddenly, he attempted to stand from his wheelchair, determination written all over his face. Sylvia gasped, panic filling her eyes. “What are you doing? Do you want your wounds to get worse?” she exclaimed, concerned about flooding her features.
• Stephan offered her a reassuring smile, buoyed by the care she exhibited. “This injury is nothing,” he said, trying to dismiss her worries.
• “All you have to do is get well.” He adjusted the pillow behind her head, ensuring she was comfortable.