The Enigmatic Return novel Chapter 182

Neera could tell from his words that he didn't mean to blame her too much; he just disagreed with her actions. Her mood improved slightly.

She didn't want to explain much and simply replied, "At that time, the situation forced me, and I didn't intentionally hurt her. It was her own fault!"

Jean couldn't help but feel puzzled.

What kind of situation could have forced her to resort to such methods?

However, upon second thought, he realized that this woman probably had her own boundaries when it came to actions.

Although they had only known each other for a short while, he knew she wouldn't act recklessly.

So he asked, "Now that you've driven her away, you don't have to keep up with the etiquette lessons. When will her face get better?"

To his surprise, Neera replied coldly, "I don't know, it could take three days or even a week."

Throughout the years, no one had ever dared to lay a hand on her, but that old witch had acted ruthlessly.

Her back still hurts terribly even now!

Therefore, the healing of Dandy's allergic reaction on her face depended on how soon her back would heal.

Jean's gaze turned solemn as he heard her response. He furrowed his brow and said, "Neera, you're a doctor. The duty and responsibility of a doctor are to heal and save people. Medicines are meant to help others, not to be used for such purposes. You always resort to such methods to deal with others, do you think it's appropriate?"

He seemed somewhat angry, and his tone was serious.

Neera hesitated for a moment, her expression turning chilly. "I think it's perfectly appropriate."

She became somewhat temperamental and spoke harshly, "I've always repaid kindness and sought revenge for grievances. She struck first, so can't I fight back? Or do you think it would be better if I hit her back instead? In any case, I'll give her the antidote when my back is healed!"

After saying that, she had no intention of staying any longer and turned around with a cold face, ready to leave.

Jean heard her words and was briefly taken aback, but he quickly reacted and immediately held her back.

"You said she hit you? Where did she hit you?"

Neera was annoyed and tried to break free from his grip.

Jean's face darkened, and he held her tighter, placing his hand on her back to restrain her from leaving.

"Where did she hit you? Tell me," he asked again.

Neera was stubborn and didn't want to speak, keeping her face impassive.

In fact, she knew she was being childish.

The fact that Jean didn't expose her in front of Wrenn was enough to show that he was on her side.

But when she heard him ask, "Is this the right thing to do?" anger inexplicably surged within her.

She scolded with a cold face, "Let go! I'm going back!"

Naturally, Jean didn't release his grip; in fact, he tightened it slightly. His hand reached her back, inadvertently touching the wound.

Neera couldn't hold back and let out a muffled groan. Her face turned pale, and her body trembled with pain.

Jean didn't expect her reaction to be so strong; he was startled and only then realized what had happened. His gaze turned even more severe.

"On your back?"

He asked in a deep voice.

Without waiting for Neera's reaction, he suddenly turned her around, not thinking clearly, and pulled open the collar on her back, looking inside.

The next moment, his eyes fell on the long, red scar on her fair back, a shocking sight!

Neera never expected that this man would suddenly act this way; she was completely stunned.

She leaned against Jean's chest, and after more than ten seconds, she finally came to her senses.

A blush crept up her cheeks, feeling both embarrassed and angry. She struggled in his embrace while scolding him.

"Jean! What are you doing? Let go of me! You... you’re a troublemaker!"