Aiden Knight's POV
The name hits me like a thunderbolt. Quentin Thorne. The arrogant young master of the Qin family who dared to threaten Clara at the charity gala. My hands clench into fists as murderous intent surges through my veins.
"When did he visit?" My voice comes out deadly quiet.
Diana flinches at my tone. "Three days ago. He came to the house asking for Clara. When I told him she wasn't home, he insisted on paying his respects to my mother. She was tending her garden, and he... he shook her hand."
"A handshake." I close my eyes, allowing my spiritual perception to probe deeper into the elderly woman's energy channels. "That was all the contact he needed."
Clara grabs my arm. "Can you really save her?"
"Yes, but I'll need complete silence. No questions, no interruptions." I look directly at Diana. "What I'm about to do will challenge everything you think you know about medicine."
