Selina spun on her heel and headed straight for the backyard.
Miller Butler quickly followed behind.
The room fell into silence.
Only once Selina's silhouette disappeared did Jack finally speak up, clearly anxious.
"Sir, did Madam give you acupuncture? Why didn't you explain your condition to her… your body can't handle that!"
Logan's condition wasn't suited for acupuncture at all.
He wasn't just sick—he was poisoned. Acupuncture wouldn't help. It could actually make the poison worse.
Unless it was done by that mysterious doctor who once treated Miss Anna, all standard methods would only accelerate the effects.
Logan remained calm, utterly unconcerned.
"My eyesight's already like this. If the poison flares up again, so what? It can't get much worse."
Jack tried to keep pace, protesting, "But—"
"No buts."
Logan paused, then gave a command.
"Don't tell her."
Selina wanted to heal his eyes.
That was enough.
