Selina's face flushed bright red—whether from anger or embarrassment, even she couldn't tell.
"Logan, having vivid fantasies is a medical condition!"
Logan didn't argue. He casually rebuttoned his robe.
"I don't need acupuncture."
Selina turned away, her playful tone vanishing.
"Mr. Reid, did you know your blindness is caused by poisoning?"
It wasn't night blindness.
It wasn't temporary.
It was straight-up—poison.
Logan's expression didn't change. He answered plainly, "Yeah."
Selina blinked.
"You knew?"
"You want to ask why I haven't tried to cure it?" Logan said, completely unfazed.
"Because it's incurable. It can only be suppressed. So acupuncture's pointless."
Luckily, the poison was under control.
Worst case? He'd go blind.
And in Logan's mind, eyesight wasn't nearly as critical as staying alive.
As long as he lived, certain people wouldn't dare make a move.
Going blind was inevitable.
