Chapter 328

Maurice let out a cold, humorless laugh, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Caesar stood frozen, not daring to utter a single word. He feared that any sound might draw Maurice's ire and make him the scapegoat for Maurice's growing rage. If Maurice had never experienced the joy of standing again, perhaps this wouldn't have stung as much. But to taste that fleeting freedom—only to have it ripped away—was cruelty almost worse than death. Especially for a man like Maurice, whose obsession with curing his legs had consumed him for years. Now, all hope was gone. His fury surged like a wildfire. "Felicia!" He spat her name through gritted teeth, every syllable dripping with venom. The murderous intent in his voice was palpable. "Do you think you can make a fool of me? You're courting death!" At his command, a group of men lunged toward Felicia, ready to subdue her like a dangerous criminal. But before they could lay a hand on her, Felicia moved. She executed a flawless over-