The friends Ansel ran with were all nasty pieces of work.
They'd harassed nurses more than once, to the point the hospital staff openly loathed them. Plenty of people said privately that if Ansel died, the world would be better off.
Even the doctor couldn't understand it—why were the other three beaten half to death while Ansel came back without a scratch?
Luka didn't know that when Murray went to "teach those boys a lesson," he'd recognized Ansel immediately.
In fact, Murray knew exactly who the others were, too.
Anyone bold enough to cause chaos in Aethelburg had some kind of family name behind them.
But in front of the Whites, none of it meant anything.
Murray knew Ansel was critically ill and didn't have long anyway.
So when he hit them, he made sure not to touch Ansel.
Instead, he forced Ansel to watch.
He made him stand there and witness his friends getting destroyed.
Ansel wet himself on the spot, dropped to his knees, and begged—terrified the next fist would land on him.
The shock sent him fainting to the floor.
And that collapse triggered his underlying condition. His hard-won recovery vanished overnight.
Desperate, Luka suddenly remembered something. "The medicine—why hasn't the medicine worked this time?"
Maeve's pills had pulled Ansel out of the ICU once. Luka was sure they could do it again.
The doctor shook his head. "We used it. No effect."
Isla looked confused. "What medicine?"
Luka snapped, "The medicine Maeve gave us."
Isla's confusion turned to outrage. "And what does that bastard girl have to do with this?"

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