Amelia's heart skipped a beat, a chilling fear crawling up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her entire body.
Before Selina could even pull back her hand, she suddenly found herself wrapped in a familiar, warm embrace.
Huh?
She had just been slapping someone, so why was Logan here?!
...
Fifteen minutes earlier.
Selina had just finished applying her medication when she heard a loud commotion outside the hospital room.
"Are you deaf? I said I want that ginseng!"
A nurse desperately pleaded, "Young Master Owen, that ginseng has already been reserved for a critically ill patient. Please, I can get you something else—ah!"
Before she could finish, a loud slap rang through the corridor.
Owen sneered. "Are you seriously telling me I can't afford some ginseng? Who reserved it? I'd like to see who in City A dares to go against me!"