But it wasn’t the pain that pierced me deeper; it was the conversation outside the room, colder than any physical injury.
I heard the doctor’s voice.
"Mr. Wyatt, your wife’s legs are showing signs of recovery, but we’ll need more tests to determine if they can fully heal."
To my surprise, Ruslan didn’t seem relieved. Instead, his anger flared as he snapped at the doctor.
"I pay you a fortune, and this is what I get?"
"I’ve been feeding Aurelle so much medicine to damage her nerves. The whole point was to make her feel worthless, paralyzed, so she’d never leave me."
His voice dropped, but the frustration still bled through.
"I've gone to such extremes, even installing hundreds of surveillance cameras around the house, just to keep her by my side, to make sure she can never bear children, and to ensure that Thea’s child becomes the Wyatt family's first heir!"
As he spoke, Ruslan grabbed the doctor by the collar.
"And now you’re telling me this could all be for nothing? If Aurelle recovers from her paralysis, you can kiss goodbye to your job as director!"
I clenched my fists, the reality sinking in.