Chapter 43

Daimon, however, had no patience for pleasantries. His gaze was sharp, his voice edged with worry. "How is she? I was told she was stable—why is she suddenly in danger again?" At the mention of Enlyan, Mini’s face darkened. Her simmering anger reached its boiling point. She crossed her arms, glaring at him. "And why are you asking me? Since when did I become a doctor? How would I know?" Her words were sharp, but it wasn’t just irritation—it was resentment. The moment she thought about everything Enlyan had endured, everything Iris was suffering now, she felt like she was going to explode. "If it weren’t for you, my Iris wouldn’t even be here right now!" Daimon’s jaw tensed. He exhaled sharply, trying to keep his temper in check. "Mini, don’t talk to me like that," he warned. His voice was strained, but he forced himself to remain civil—for Iris’s sake. "You think I wanted this to happen? I never wanted her to be hurt." Mini scoffed, her eyes burning with resentment. "Oh, really? How lu