Chapter 968 Global Traditional Medicine Congress

• Flynn said nothing more. His eyes, heavy with sympathy, settled on Howard’s rigid back and ached for the weight Howard now carried alone.
• Flynn lingered outside the study, hands clasped behind his back. He understood too well that ordering Raymond’s legs broken had carved a fresh wound inside Howard’s chest, a hurt Howard would never voice aloud.
• The decision had pinned Howard between duty and blood, stranding him on the sharpest edge of family justice.