Chapter 52

Lyra stood a short distance away, her arms folded, lips curved in a faint, calculating smile. Naturally, she had overheard the exchange between Dr. Woods and Damon. Sloane… the lead surgeon? Her mind raced. She’s so young, and she just saved Mr. Brown, who was on the brink of death? The pieces clicked into place. A foreign object lodged in a blood vessel is nearly impossible to spot, even on a CT scan. The fragment must have been tiny, yet Sloane had found it, removed it, and stitched him back together flawlessly. Even her former mentors would have hesitated to take such a risk. Lyra’s expression hardened. This wasn’t just skill, it was brilliance. And brilliance carried power. If Sloane continued on this path, she would carve out a reputation that even the Blackthorn name could not ignore. By the time she was truly recognized, even if she wanted a divorce, the family wouldn’t let her go quietly. A cold thrill ran down Lyra’s spine. Perfect… She turned from the lingering group, her min