Crimson Authority

Felix glanced at Julian, but got no response. Feeling a bit helpless, he gave Elara a polite nod and stepped out of the room to take the call.

Julian shifted his wheelchair, his eyes icy and sharp. "You have moderate anemia," he said.

"I see," Elara replied with a careless shrug. Considering how her family had looked after her, moderate anemia was no shock. Seeing her so nonchalant, Julian's gaze