Chapter 85

But Daimon, despite the swelling and the obvious discomfort, was smiling—like a child who had sneaked a piece of candy. His eyes shone with a tenderness she didn’t know how to handle. It made her feel even more uneasy. What was going on with him? Before she could make sense of the situation, the doctor and nurse walked into the room. "Is there something wrong? Can we help?" the doctor asked, concern in his voice. Before Enlyan could speak, Daimon’s voice, calm and faintly amused, cut through the tension. "It's nothing serious, just a little allergic reaction. I’ll be fine after a check-up." The doctor, however, quickly noticed the severity of the situation. His hands and face were swollen, the color of his skin had changed, and his condition was clearly worsening. "Quick! We need to administer first aid immediately! Why wasn't this addressed sooner? This could cause shock!" The doctor’s tone became urgent, and panic started to set in. Enlyan was taken aback, her mind racing. She had al