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Bianca’s face remains neutral when she approaches Skylar, who’s still trembling in fear.
“Are you taking your medication?” Bianca asks.
“No.” Skylar’s eyes flit to me. “It’s in the kitchen at my house.”
“Carlo,” I bark.
He comes rushing back into the living room. “Yes, boss?”
“Go to the Davies mansion and bring Skylar’s medication.”
“Yes, boss.”
“I’m going to draw some blood,” Bianca informs Skylar.
I watch as the blood is drawn and her vitals are checked.
Bianco glances at me, then murmurs, “I have to check the surgery cut.”
“Then check it,” I mutter.
Bianca’s eyes dart to Skylar’s before she says, “Please lift your dress.”
I give them zero privacy and almost smile when I see Skylar’s wearing black panties again.
Bianca inspects the scar, then says, “It’s healing nicely. You can cover yourself.”
Bianca packs everything back into her bag, then glances at me again. “In two months, she’ll have to come to the clinic so they can do a kidney biopsy. I can’t perform the procedure here.”
“We’ll deal with it when the time comes,” I reply.
“Her vitals are normal… under the circumstances,” the nurse informs me. When I lift my eyebrow, she explains, “Her heart rate is fast, and her blood pressure is low. She needs to eat and get rest.”
I can see Bianca wants to say more, so I mutter, “What else?”
“Her mental health is just as important as her physical health, Mr. Torrisi. This is a critical period after the surgery, and with too much distress, her body can reject the kidney.”
So basically, I can’t torture Skylar in any way for the next three to six months? Fuck that shit.
I stare at the nurse until she starts to squirm, then she whispers, “It’s just a clinical opinion, sir.”
“How long before she can do basic things like household chores?” I ask.
“Oh, she can start with light duties, and after four weeks, she can resume most activities.”
Nodding at the elevator, I say, “Thanks, Bianca. Let me know the results of the blood tests.”
“I will.” She glances at Skylar, who’s still sitting on the couch with her head slightly bowed.
I watch as Bianca leaves the penthouse, then my eyes flick to Skylar, and I order, “Make something to eat.”
She meets my gaze for a moment before she gets up and walks to the kitchen. I hear as she opens and closes cupboards, probably familiarizing herself with where everything is.
Turning my head, I see her pull a couple of knives from a block, and she stares at the one that could easily slice through my neck like butter.
Letting out a chuckle, I walk closer.
Skylar startles at the sound, her eyes flying to me.
