Chapter 173

The air hung heavy for a few seconds. Lucas Bennett’s face stayed blank. Claire Richards slowly looked up, her tone calm as she said to Mr. Spencer, "I'm not in a rush. You should treat him first — wait too long and you might have to call the morgue." Mr. Spencer: "..." He might be old and clueless about love, but not stupid. He didn’t argue, just sat himself in front of Claire. "Take off your shoe and put your foot up on this stool," he said before pouring some medicinal wine onto his palm and beginning to rub her ankle. "This will sting a bit." "I can handle it." Claire sounded confident. And then, instant regret. Damn… it hurt like hell. She instinctively gripped her phone, her breathing slowing. She wasn’t the type to scream from pain — quite the opposite. The more it hurt, the quieter she got, the calmer her face looked. Mr. Spencer thought she was tough, so he didn’t hold back at all. Truth was, she was on the verge of passing out. “Ease up a little.” Lucas reached out to stop Mr