The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 175

Unfortunately, no one picked up on the other end, so Naomi had no choice but to take a screenshot of the group chat messages and send them to Lester, reminding him to be careful around Lindsay.

Meanwhile, Lester received Naomi’s message, but didn’t even bother to open it before setting his phone aside.

She was probably just trying to get his attention again, sending him something meant to worry him.

“Lester, what’s on your mind?” Althea asked, noticing that his hands had stilled mid-massage.

“Nothing,” Lester replied, resuming his gentle pressure on her legs before steering the conversation elsewhere. “How have you been feeling lately with the treatments? Any better?”

Althea shook her head. “Still nothing. I really don’t think this medical team is up to the task.”

“Let’s give it a bit more time. Maybe it’s just too soon to see any results.”

Althea hesitated, then brought up Alexia. “That girl seemed pretty confident she could help me. Maybe we should let her try?”

Lester knew exactly who she meant—Althea had mentioned Alexia before.

“You actually believe what that kid told you? She’s just looking to scam you out of your money. And don’t forget, her brother was killed by Zachary’s people. You’d really let her anywhere near you?”

“She doesn’t know anything about that. Besides, she said she’d help me for free.”

Althea’s desperation to walk again was beginning to show; she was grasping at any straw.

Lester scoffed. “Mom, sometimes what’s free ends up costing you the most.”

“But I want to walk again, and Zachary’s fancy team clearly can’t help me.”

Lester tried to calm her. “I understand how you feel, I really do. But you can’t rush this. Your spinal injury is severe—no medical team can fix it overnight.”

He had a point, but it didn’t make her any less anxious. To go from being healthy to paralyzed from the waist down—who could possibly accept such a cruel fate?

“Alright. You get some rest now. I’m heading to bed.”

“One month. That’s all.”

Althea pressed further. “Are you planning to use medical science or something more… holistic?”

“Neither.”

“Then what?”

Alexia laughed softly. “That’s a secret. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“As your patient, don’t I have the right to know what you’re planning?” Althea couldn’t quite bring herself to trust Alexia, but she was desperate. She wanted to get Alexia’s method, share it with her current team, and see if they thought it would work.

Alexia caught on immediately, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Mrs. Quigley, ever heard the saying, ‘Don’t hire someone you don’t trust, and don’t mistrust someone you’ve hired’? Maybe you should take it to heart.”

Busted. But Althea didn’t even feel embarrassed. “We barely know each other, and you only studied directing. You can see why I’d be a little skeptical.”