Chapter 338

By the hot spring, Maurice's trusted aide rubbed his nose with a mischievous grin after throwing Abbie out. "Mr. Glovers, are you really just going to let her go without getting even?" Showing kindness to enemies was never part of Maurice's playbook. A sly smile played on Maurice's lips, the kind that hinted at schemes brewing beneath the surface. He instinctively tried to brush off the dust on his coat, only to be reminded by the sharp ache in his shoulders that he couldn't use both his arms now. His smile froze, and his expression darkened. Caesar had made it clear that torn muscles and broken bones would take at least three months to heal fully. That was yet another debt Maurice mentally added to Felicia's tab. "Does my grandmother know about this?" Maurice asked, his tone unusually calm. "Yes," one of his men replied. "Alright, send people to keep an eye on Felicia. She can do whatever she wants, but until the damn venomous creature is removed, ensure Felicia's safety.