The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 483

"I felt the same," Payton finished, turning his wheelchair to face her with his sightless gaze. "But I've been watching your efforts these past few days. You haven't disappointed me."

The words felt like a knife twisting in Leilani's heart. Since she began studying medicine under Paulina, she had never faced such a crushing blow. Payton's words sounded like praise, but to Leilani, they felt more like a humiliation.

She looked at him coldly, piercing through his resignation. "If others couldn't do it, that's their problem. To put it plainly, you just don't trust me enough. But as of now, that is also my failure. Rest assured, I will find a way. I will cure you!"

It wasn't just for Paulina anymore; this had become the greatest challenge of her medical career. She had to overcome this hurdle to grow stronger.

Payton could see she was fixated, digging her heels in. He shook his head and didn't argue further. Instead, he fumbled for a yellowed, ancient notebook from the side pocket of his wheelchair and handed it to her.

"Take this."

Leilani accepted it and flipped to the first page. *Filament Fist.*

The handwriting was bold and vigorous—clearly not Paulina's.

Payton's voice drifted on the wind. "Paulina only taught you medicine back then, didn't she? She didn't teach you this. This is a collection of defensive techniques I've developed over the years that combine with medical knowledge. Over the next few days, I'll use this to train you properly."

He smiled, talking about his own death with an unsettling calm. "And once you've mastered it... when I die, take Abel and leave. The boy is a bit thick-headed, but he's skilled. He can protect you."

Leilani gripped the notebook tightly, her throat tightening. The gentle warmth she usually showed Abel was gone; her eyes were as cold as ice as she stared at Payton. As a doctor, his negligent attitude toward his own life infuriated her.

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