Chapter 180

Victoria's POV "I'm sorry, Patrick," I said, watching his expression carefully. "The water you just drank had sleeping pills in it." Patrick's face contorted with shock. "Victoria, you—!" His voice went hoarse, terror flooding through him. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?" he roared, his body tensing as if ready to pounce. I could smell the fear radiating from him—a sharp, acrid scent that betrayed the anxiety in his wolf nature. I understood completely what was going through his mind. If he passed out, the doctor's examination would reveal his legs were perfectly fine. His entire charade would collapse in seconds. "Why would I want to kill you?" Damian asked slowly, his tone dripping with mockery. "We just want to help you stand again, Mr. Wagner. Don't worry—you just need a little nap." The terror in Patrick's eyes intensified. His facade was crumbling completely before my eyes. "Victoria, please," he begged, reaching out to grab my hand. "Make them leave. The other doctors said