Chapter 532

Jessie hadn't eaten anything since noon. The smell of barbecue ribs made her poke her head out from under the covers. "Of course not. I'm here for treatment." "You're not good at lying. Eat first, then I'll start your first treatment." "Will it hurt?" "Opening up the bones will be painful, but I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible for you." "Just make it hurt. I don't want to get comfortable. Who knows what kind of weird noises I might make if it's too comfortable?" Jessie said. "Alright, have it your way. Just don't cry later." Jessie had a good upbringing. She didn't badmouth Margot or Bella. Instead, she wiped away her tears and began eating with gusto. Coming from a prestigious family, Jessie was polite and well-mannered. In such circles, only those capable of climbing the ladder of success were qualified to engage in dirty deeds. As a beautiful and refined woman, Jessie was the perfect candidate for strategic marriages. Her personality and demeanor were impeccable, fitting the common descriptors of "naive" and "innocent". "These barbecue ribs are delicious. They taste just like my mom's cooking," Jessie said. "I'm only serving you this time. We have a cafeteria, you know. I can't cook for you every day," Cyrus replied, taking out a nail clipper to trim his nails. "Get away! Don't get your nails near my meal!" Jessie warned. As Jessie gorged on her meal, she looked at Cyrus, who was trimming his nails. "Why are you suddenly trimming your nails?" "I need to maintain hygiene for the treatment." Jessie almost choked on her food. She pointed at Cyrus and yelled, "You'd better not do anything weird!" "I'm a professional doctor." "No way. This... is too much." Jessie shook her head, suddenly losing her appetite. "Ms. Sykes, this is a medical treatment. You're a medical practitioner. Why are you being so prudish?" Cyrus asked. "I just can't. I've never been touched by a man before. I'm not mentally prepared for it." "You don't need to be mentally prepared to receive medical treatment. If you're not ready, I'll leave." "Fine, just go. I'll think it over and maybe just wait in line," Jessie said. She originally planned to use this opportunity with Cyrus to cure her hyposexual disorder, but she didn't expect it to be this troublesome. Cyrus finished trimming his nails and stood up. "Suit yourself. If you want to wait in line, you'll need to make an appointment with Zoey for registration. When you're done, wash the lunch box and return it to the kitchen." "Is Margot still here?" Jessie asked. "No, she's gone home." "Cyrus, do you really think my family uses venom?" Jessie asked. "When I find the evidence, you'll know." "What evidence?" "I'm not telling you." Cyrus headed toward the door, but Jessie, desperate to get more information, called out, "Alright, I'll go through with the first treatment. But you'd better not do anything weird." "Please respect my professionalism." "You're cheeky. Please behave like a proper doctor." Jessie didn't eat much more, worried that the pain would make her vomit. Cyrus handed her a rubber bite stick and said, "Bite down on this so that you don't bite your tongue." "Can't you use anesthesia?" Jessie mumbled. "I offered to make it comfortable, but you insisted on pain. What exactly do you want?" "Fine, pain it is. I'm not scared of you." Jessie lay down and bit on the stick. Her heart pounded, but she didn't back down. She used her strong willpower to endure the first treatment. By the end, she was in so much pain that she passed out.