"What did you say?" Caden's expression shifted at Queenie's outburst as he turned toward the bed. Mr. Richard's chest rose and fell erratically, a stark red stain spreading across the once-pristine sheets. "Grandpa, can you hear me?" Panic flickered in Caden's eyes. "Rosaline, what have you done?" Queenie jabbed a finger in my direction, her voice shrill with accusation. "Grandpa was perfectly fine until you interfered! Now he's coughing up blood—are you trying to kill him?" I glanced at Mr. Richard lying on the bed, feeling a bit strange, then stepped forward and said, "Let me take a look." "You have no right to touch Grandpa ever again!" Queenie snapped, blocking my way. Her voice was sharp with accusation. "Rosaline, you must have hidden motives! You made Grandpa ill, and now you're afraid he'll blame you when he wakes up, so you want to get rid of him!" I furrowed my brows. "What nonsense are you spouting? Mr. Richard was fine. Are you trying to jinx him?" "Queenie isn't making things up!" Mrs. Holbrook chimed in, storming over to point an accusing finger at me. "He was perfectly fine when we walked in, but after your so-called treatment, he started coughing up blood. If that wasn't your doing, then whose was it?" I was at a loss for words. Could those two harpies use a little logic for once? "Enough!" Caden suddenly spoke, his cold gaze sweeping over Queenie and Mrs. Holbrook. "Can you stop this and let Grandpa rest?" His tone silenced the room. Then, his eyes shifted to me, softening slightly. "Rosaline, check on him. What's happening?" The trust in his gaze made my heart race. Without hesitation, I nodded and moved forward, carefully placing my fingers on Mr. Richard's wrist to take his pulse. "How is he?" Caden asked, his voice tinged with tension. I glanced at Queenie and Mrs. Holbrook, then gave a faint smile. "No need to panic. That means your Alpha is recovering." Mr. Richard's pulse felt steady.Hughie had told me earlier that some bleeding might occur during treatment—it was a natural part of the detoxification process and a sign that the patient was on the mend. That seemed to be exactly what was happening now. "That's impossible!" Mrs. Holbrook's voice rose in disbelief. "He just coughed up blood, and now you're telling us he's fine? If something happens to him, will you take responsibility?" I met her glare head-on, my voice cold. "Mrs. Holbrook, not everyone shares your malicious thoughts. If you don't trust me, call Dr. Williamson and let him confirm it himself." "Leslie, go bring Dr. Williamson!" Mrs. Holbrook barked. Within minutes, Leslie returned with Dr. Williamson in tow. "Perfect timing, Dr. Williamson," Queenie spoke first. "Rosaline did something to Grandpa, and now he's coughing up blood. Please check on him." Dr. Williamson adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and turned to Caden. "Coughing up blood?" Caden nodded. "Please examine him." Dr. Williamson stepped forward, conducting a thorough check. His initially serious expression gradually eased. After finishing his assessment, he straightened up and addressed Caden respectfully. "Mr. Holbrook, compared to my earlier examination, the Alpha's condition has noticeably improved. I believe Ms. Sinclair's treatment is working." Then, he turned to me with admiration in his eyes. "You truly deserve to be Hughie's apprentice. With one more session, Alpha should be well on his way to recovery." Caden's rigid posture relaxed instantly. "How can that be?" Queenie exclaimed, unable to accept the truth. "He just coughed up blood! Shouldn't his condition have gotten worse?" Caden's patience snapped. "What are you saying? Do you not want Grandpa to get better?" His cold stare shut Queenie up. "That's not what I meant ... " she muttered, biting her lip, but frustration was clear on her face. "Now that my treatment has been proven effective and Mr. Richard is fine, I assume I can leave, right?" I shot Queenie and Mrs. Holbrook a sharp look before gathering my things and heading for the door. Caden quickly followed, his long strides catching up to me. "Rosaline, I'll drive you." I shook my head. "No need."It wasn't about rejecting him—it was just that it was almost 5:00 p.m., and I needed to hurry to Jasper's birthday party. "Where are you going?" Caden asked, refusing to back down. Before I could respond, my phone rang. Jasper's name flashed on the screen. Under Caden's piercing gaze, I answered, "Jasper, what's up?" "Rosaline, you haven't forgotten what you promised me, right?" His deep, smooth voice came through the line. I nodded. "Of course not. It's your birthday today. I'll head to your place right now." "I'm waiting for you at the hospital entrance," Jasper said casually. I blinked in surprise. "How did you know I was here?" A soft chuckle came from the other end. "Didn't you mention you'd be treating Mr. Richard today?" I sighed. "Alright, I'm on my way." I had only mentioned it to Jasper in passing, so I hadn't expected him to remember so well. After ending the call, I turned to see Caden standing nearby. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and his face looked unusually pale. "Caden, I have plans with Jasper. I'm heading out now." Ignoring the cold tension surrounding him, I stepped into the elevator. I pressed the button for the first floor, watching as the doors slowly began to close. But just before they shut completely, a strong, well-defined hand slid between them, forcing them back open. A moment later, Caden stepped inside.