After knowing Who She Is They Kneeled novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 His Illness Runs Deep

Her words hung in the air, silencing the room.

Adrian watched her intently, his deep eyes reflecting the ambient light, maintaining an aura of detached nobility.

The doctors, unaware of Adrian’s true identity but medically trained, understood one thing clearly.

In their field, a serious, focused expression during an initial examination was often a bad sign.

Annelise, who had been smiling moments before, now looked utterly grave and concentrated. She didn’t seem to be joking at all.

They couldn’t help but wonder, “Could she be right? Is he truly dying?

“His complexion is certainly pale, but is it that dire?”

All eyes were fixed on them.

The director and deputy director exchanged a glance and immediately gestured for the other doctors to leave.

Jonathon’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he moved to pull Annelise

away.

The state of Adrian’s health was a sensitive, almost painful subject for the entire Winthrop family.

His presence in a minor city like Criford was solely due to rumors that the elusive Dr. Miracle had been spotted here.

Merely a rumor had been enough to bring the entire Winthrop family to Criford, underscoring just how critical his condition had become.

Annelise aired his dirty laundry in public.

And the Winthrop family’s bodyguard was standing right there.

Sure enough, Blaine erupted in fury.

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Chapter 28 His Illness Runs Deep

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“How dare you spout such nonsense!”

His large frame seemed capable of lifting Annelise clear off the ground as he advanced

Adrian raised a hand, stopping him. A light cough escaped his lips as he spoke, his tone deceptively mild. “Blaine, stop.”

His voice carried a clear warning.

Blaine clenched his fists. “She’s cursing you, Mr. Winthrop!”

Annelise withdrew her hand from his wrist. In her years of practice, she’d encountered this before.

No family member wanted to learn the harsh truth.

She also had a principle: if they didn’t believe her, she wouldn’t treat them.

Her impulse to give him an initial examination was simply because he was different from other patients.

This uniqueness was also why she’d chosen him as the demonstration subject.

His appearance suggested immense, inherited fortune and virtue, likely accumulated over generations, including his own.

Yet, paradoxically, he was afflicted by a deeply rooted illness.

When she was five, her mentor had told her that if she ever encountered someone of such noble yet afflicted destiny, she had to help.

She didn’t think too much. Since she’d never met anyone who radiated such profound nobility before, she could help if she would.

She hadn’t expected such resistance from his family.

Not wanting to force the issue, she began to pull her hand away.

It was then that Adrian spoke, his voice still tinged with that faint amusement. “I know.”

“He knows? How could he be so calm knowing he is dying?” the small group thought, stunned.

“You chose me because of my illness?” Adrian, adept at reading people, had easily guessed

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