Lucas's POV:
Dr. Jim carefully treats my wound, his touch gentle but his expression serious. He sets the first aid kit on the table and sits beside me.
"How did this happen?" he asks quietly. "It looks like someone burned your cheek with a cigarette."
I lower my gaze, silent.
"Dr. Jim, thank you for treating my wound," I say softly. "You should go rest."
He exhales, clearly frustrated. "Seriously? Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But I'm worried about your little sister. If she sees you like this, she'll be heartbroken."
Panic rushes through me. I grab his hand quickly. "Please don't tell her."
He freezes, staring at me. I realize what I've done and pull my hand back. "Please, Dr. Jim… keep it a secret."
He stands up, his voice cold. "I have no business with you. You're a kidnapper, and it's obvious you work with dangerous people. If you really care about your sister, stay away from those gangsters."
