Chapter 47: Pay Up on the Spot, or Forget It!

The rain-washed street carried the clean, earthy scent of wet soil. Patches of water still clung to the bluestone paving, glittering in the sunlight like scattered shards. But in the small courtyard before Lorryn Clinic, the air bristled with something else entirely. It was the kind of tension that felt one spark away from blowing. Dozens of doctors in white coats stood with grim faces, their gazes sharp enough to cut as they pinned Terrance Lyson in place. This bumpkin who didn't know his place...