Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 163

His gaze bounced frantically between Julian and Eliza, the corners of his mouth turning down as a look of sheer, world-shattering betrayal and fury washed over his face.

His eyes looked ready to water, but it was useless.

His favorite uncle was casually sipping his soup, not even sparing him a glance.

And the woman across from him—Eliza—was quietly looking down, peacefully eating the ribs on her plate.

Logan puffed his cheeks out in absolute rage.

He slammed his silverware down, shoved his chair back violently, and stood up.

"I'm full."

He turned on his heel to storm off, pausing at the doorway to shoot one last venomous glare at Eliza.

Then, he bolted.

His footsteps were heavy and frantic, stomping all the way out into the courtyard.

Vivian let out a long sigh. "That boy."

Julian calmly picked up some greens with his fork. "Ignore him. He'll behave once he skips a couple of meals."

Eliza set her fork down, hesitating before saying, "Julian, about those ribs—you really didn't have to..."

"What is it?" Julian looked at her. "Do you not like them?"

"No, it's just—"

"If you like them, eat more. You're too thin. The most important thing for a patient is proper nutrition." His tone was light, treating it like the most trivial matter in the world.

"I'll handle his bad habits. You don't need to worry about it."

Eliza glanced at him.

Then she looked down and finished the ribs on her plate.

...

After dinner, Vivian led Eliza to the back courtyard to see the old master.

Julian had wanted to accompany them, but his sister chased him off with a single look: "You'll just be in the way. Medical consultations require absolute quiet."

Julian didn't argue. He turned and headed to his study.

"If you want to perform high-intensity dancing again, you'll need at least six months."

"Really?" Eliza's eyes instantly lit up, a gasp of pure relief escaping her lips.

Six months! In six months, she could dance again!

Before coming here, she had never expected to hear this kind of prognosis. She had braced herself for the same feedback she'd gotten from countless previous consultations: 'You will never dance again.'

Seeing the look on her face, Vivian's tone softened.

"Don't worry. Since Julian brought you here, you won't have to worry about the cost of the medicine or the acupuncture."

She looked back at the old master, speaking softly in his dialect for a moment.

"The master's only requirement is that you strictly follow the treatment plan."

Eliza opened her mouth, wanting to say something—

Vivian cut her off before she could start. "There's no need to be polite with me. The master doesn't treat just anyone, and you're Julian's friend."

Eliza smiled, a smile filled with deep gratitude and an indescribable, sweet ache in her chest.