Chapter 10
Michael shot him a cold, mocking smile, his gaze fixed on Camila’s frail, emaciated face. “I couldn’t care less. A woman with such a malicious heart–fix her, and she’ll only cause harm to others.”
“Michael!” Harry raised his voice, staring at Michael. His eyes pleaded, yet were also firm with authority. “Then at least check her over, especially her right leg.”
The two men locked eyes, a moment of silence stretching between them.
After a beat, Michael relented with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll check, but don’t expect me to treat her.”
He moved back to the bed, set down his medical kit, and roughly yanked up Camila’s pants leg, muttering, “I really don’t know why you’re putting so much effort into her. A person like her deserves to…”
His complaint cut off abruptly. His eyes locked onto Camila’s bony leg, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the twisted break. Shock surged through him, his mind reeling
Camila’s right leg, from the calf down, was twisted at an unnatural angle. The skin was pulled tight over the jagged bone, with almost no extra flesh.
The scar at the break resembled a grotesque centipede, winding across skin so pale it was almost transparent. Dark red bruises dotted the surrounding
area.
Michael slowly raised his long, slender fingers, gently touching the broken leg. Each contact sent a wave of unease through him.
His fingers trembled, despite his deep discomfort and disgust toward Camila. As a doctor, his professional judgment told him immediately just how severe the injury was.
“Was her leg… like this before?” he asked.
The question hit Harry like a punch. His eyes flashed with cold fury, impossible! During the three years she was at home, her leg was fine.”
Michael understood. This injury must have occurred in prison.
He pushed down his shock and continued the examination. The more he examined, the more his frown deepened, his expression growing more serious.
Camila’s physical state was appalling. Long–term malnutrition had left her weak, and her body was covered in a mix of old and fresh injuries, as though she had been whipped.
Michael couldn’t bear to look any longer. He stood up, his voice hoarse. “Harry, come outside.”
In the study, Hany straightened, his tone sharp. “Speak.”
Michael took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, then spoke slowly. “Do you know the hardness of human bones?”
Harry shook his head.
Michael looked at him, speaking each word clearly. “Human bones are incredibly strong, especially the tibia and fibula. To cause a crush fracture, typically need high–impact force–like from a severe car accident or a fall from a great height.
“Since she was in prison, a car accident or fall is nearly impossible. Her leg looks more like it was caused by blunt force trauma.
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“Looking at the wound, it’s obvious she didn’t get proper medical treatment. The bone didn’theal properly and just fused on its own, which is why it’s so deformed.
“The pain she must have exidured is unimaginable. That she’s still alive is a miracle,”
As Michael spoke, Harry began to tremble uncontrollably. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.
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His eyes were filled with fury, like molten lava churning inside him. “In prison… how could they this to her?
Images of Camila being tortured in prison, her fragile body repeatedly struck with blunt instruments, flashed in his mind. The aching pain in his chest made his vision blur. It took a long while for him to suppress the anger building inside.
“Michael, is there any hope for her leg?” he asked.
Michael shook his head, his face full of reluctance. “Her
leg has been like this for at least three years. It’s too late to treat it now.”
Harry froze in place, unable to process the words. He didn’t notice when Michael left. When he finally came to his senses, he had slumped into a chair, defeated.
His mind was a mess. Habitually, he reached for a cigarette, but his shaking hand couldn’t light it. Frustrated, he slammed the unlit cigarette to the ground, clutching his head with both hands, his fingers digging into his hair.
His body curled, trembling, as he gasped for air, his throat tight. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, his pain expanding without end.
After a long while, his breathing began to slow. He finally raised his head, his face a cold mask as he grabbed his phone and dialed quickly.
“Sebastian, find out everything Camila went through during her five years in prison. No detail is too small.” His voice was low and chilling, each word sharp, as if it were made of ice.
