Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 6

Logan, who had always looked down on ordinary people, failed to notice the shift in Rosalind's eyes as she looked up.

They were bold, defiant, and ruthless.

She casually toyed with a piece of candy in her fingers, and then, with a sharp flick…

Thud!

Logan's knees buckled, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

“Ah!” A sharp, piercing pain shot through him, and his face contorted in agony.

Logan struggled to get up, but his body felt completely paralyzed.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move his hands.

It felt as if… as if his pressure points had been hit.

Rosalind sauntered over to him, her voice light. “As a medical student, you failed to perform even the most basic observation before jumping to a diagnosis. The title of ‘doctor’ isn’t a license to feel superior; it’s a responsibility to save lives and heal the sick with compassion. Your skills are lacking, and your ethics are even worse. I’ll accept your grand apology on your knees. Consider it a favor to your master—I’m cleaning house for him.”

“How dare you!” Logan’s eyes burned with hatred.

Rosalind leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper beside his ear. “Since you’re so thick-skinned, I’m sure kneeling on a public street for an hour or two won’t be a problem.”

“What did you do to me?” Logan finally managed to yell. “I’m calling the police! I’ve been assaulted!”

Rosalind smiled slowly. “Who’s your witness? Mr. Zade, you knelt all by yourself. I didn’t push you.”

“That’s right! Serves you right!”

The crowd felt a sense of vindication.

“She didn’t do anything to you! Don’t try to frame her!”

It was true. He was the one who refused to help at first, and he was the one who made snide remarks after she saved the boy.

Calling them “short-lived peasants” and then shamelessly refusing to apologize? He didn't deserve to be a medical student!

Did he really think they were pushovers? Trying to pin the blame on her?

Rosalind thought of the only person in the Yates family who had been kind to her, her grandmother, and gave a safe reply. “Yes, my grandmother studied medicine. She runs her own wellness clinic.”

“No wonder! I’ll be sure to send some clients your way!”

“Thank you,” Rosalind replied politely, showing none of the arrogance one might expect from the “the Asclepian.” She was the perfect image of a master hiding in plain sight.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the little boy she had treated stood quietly by her side, watching with wide, sparkling eyes.

When Rosalind finally finished, she looked down at him. “Are you still feeling dizzy?”

The boy shook his head, tilting his small face up to look at her. “Thank you for saving me. My name is Steward. If it weren’t for you today, I would have been a goner.”

The boy’s voice was sweet, his eyes huge, and his face fair and beautiful. As he thanked her, he even bent his little body into a deep bow.

“Your name is Steward?” Rosalind raised an eyebrow. “Where are your parents?”

“They’re in there!” the boy said, pointing a small hand behind him.

Caesar Hotel. Not a place just anyone could enter…