Chapter 28

Gideon glanced down at the can on the floor, a cold smirk curling his lips. "It better be real." Suddenly, his hand shot out, gripping the old woman's fingers, pressing hard on the calluses. "And these? How did you get them?" "Midwifing... over forty years…" Cora's voice trembled as she held out her weathered hands. "Worked through over a hundred difficult births…" Gideon released her with a flick of his wrist, ready to signal his men to drag her away. "Boss!" A henchman burst into the...