Christopher's "private residence" was a penthouse at the top of a sleek, glass-and-steel tower that overlooked a serene, private park. It was the opposite of the Reed mansion's cold luxury. Here, everything was warm woods, soft textiles, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking, but not imposing, view. It felt like a sanctuary, not a throne room.
When they walked in, a professional medical team was already waiting. Cameron was taken into a room that looked more like a spa than an infirmary, where they carried out a quick scan. The scan showed a single, small fracture on his eighth rib, with severe soft-tissue bruising. "A clean injury," the doctor told Christopher. "Painful, but it will heal on its own with time and rest. However, the body has taken a shock. And the mind took the full brunt."
