Natalie looked up at Mrs. Spencer Sr. with a cool, detached smile. “Madam Spencer, I was the one who broke his hands, so it’s only right that I fix them. If his bones aren’t set within ten minutes, he’ll be permanently crippled.”
Mrs. Spencer Sr. froze. You could have led with that! I wouldn’t have stopped you. Her grandson had his good qualities, but his intense hatred for manipulative women had led him to treat Natalie this way. Today’s lesson, she thought, would teach him some much-needed discernment.
Marshall paused, his body still trembling with pain. His hands could be fixed? He remained silent, staring at Natalie, the pain so intense he could barely breathe. He could feel the powerlessness in his hands. If he was truly crippled, he would rather die.
Natalie gently felt along the bones in his wrist, her expression calm and focused. With a sharp crack, she set the bone back in place. She did the same with the other hand.
Her skill left everyone in the room dumbfounded, their skin crawling. This Natalie was a madwoman. She had been given a golden opportunity to align herself with a powerful family, a chance at a lifetime of wealth and luxury, and instead, she chose to make an enemy of Marshall Spencer.
Marshall flexed his hands. They were sore, but he could feel strength returning to them. “Wow… holy crap, it’s amazing. I can feel my hands again!” he exclaimed, rubbing his wrists. With his swollen, bruised face, his joyful grin looked somewhat terrifying.
Natalie stood up, her gaze falling on the stunned Joanna. “Joanna, now might be a good time to start begging Marshall to spare you. After all, he went through all this because of you.”



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