Chapter 1099

Frederick cooperated fully with every medical examination Lester demanded. When it was over, he picked up the shirt hanging on the coat rack and slipped it on with practiced ease, the fabric gliding over his perfectly sculpted frame. His slender, defined fingers moved methodically down the row of buttons as he spoke with a calm, measured tone, “Brother, rest assured. I’ve taken care of myself all these years—disciplined, healthy, and focused. My body’s in peak condition. You don’t need to worry about Jane’s happiness.” Lester was flipping through the results with a tight expression. Every indicator was pristine—bloodwork, vitals, everything within perfect range. As a doctor, he couldn’t find even a microscopic flaw. With a cold snort, he shoved the report toward Frederick and narrowed his eyes. “Remember what you just said. Stay clean. Because if you ever hurt Jane, I won’t hesitate to use my scalpel.” Frederick accepted the threat with his usual poise. “You have my word, brother.” — W