Magnus's right hand was injured, and the wound was deep, making many tasks difficult for him. He disliked being taken care of and hated being touched, but Zara was an exception. She had become his personal caretaker, tending to his daily needs.

"Mr. Voss, it's time to take your medicine." Zara entered the room, holding a glass of water and some pills.

Magnus, who had been reviewing documents in his study with a stern, icy expression, suddenly softened. He reached out, took the pills, ...