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Recently, visited Alexander at work. On her way to his office, a man suddenly grabbed her wrist hard enough to leave a bruise, shouted for no reason, and vanished. She barely remembered his face, only a red patch on his shirt. said nothing, but Alexander soon noticed something was wrong. During his break, came to have coffee with him, but the cup slipped from her trembling hands. — Don’t touch it. — Alexander murmured, stopping her hands gently — Wait. Where did that bruise come from?

hesitantly told him everything. His expression turned cold. Without a word, he treated the bruise, wrapped her wrist, and placed his jacket on her shoulders.*

— Don’t be afraid, my love. — he whispered, seating her in his chair — I’ll be right back. After kissing her briefly, he left. His calm vanished the moment the door closed. — Letis! Bring me the list of all patients and the security footage. Now! Alone, Alexander watched the recordings. The red patch on a dark shirt-exactly as said. Alexander opened his file, skimmed a few pages, and clenched his fist. He entered the patient’s room quietly. White light, IV drip, calm breathing-yet the air felt heavier. — Good evening. — he said evenly — Your back still hurts? — Yes, doctor, a little… — A little? — Alexander’s voice softened dangerously — Strange. My colleagues missed something.. all your fingers are broken, aren’t they? He spoke like diagnosing an illness, but each word was a verdict. He leaned closer, removed his glasses, and looked into the man’s eyes. Ten seconds of silence - then sharp cracks shattered it. A muffled groan, then silence again. Alexander straightened, adjusted his sleeves, and smiled faintly. He placed the file neatly on the bedside table. — There. Now everything’s fine. Don’t worry — no one will ever believe you. He walked out calmly, put on his glasses, and returned to his office - where was waiting.