Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 469

Carter's gaze fell on Luther. "Do you know him?"

"Yeah, the doctor drove me to the hospital earlier today. But what's he doing at the Finance Academy?"

"He's the largest shareholder of this academy."

I could understand that wealthy people often had their hands in many businesses, but I couldn't shake off a certain unease.

Lowering my voice, I frowned. "Carl, he's an orthopedic doctor who also knows holistic medicine. I wouldn't have known I was pregnant if he hadn't checked my pulse and told me. He knows about the pregnancy."

I felt like I was turning into a paranoid wreck—panicking at every little unexpected change.

The timing of this pregnancy couldn't have been worse. While it wasn't entirely unlucky but still fraught with uncertainty and potential danger.

"I'll have Damian look into him, just to be safe."

"Alright."

I couldn't ignore someone I'd encountered twice in one day, so I held Carter back for the moment and refrained from stepping in to help Whitney. Instead, I decided to observe Luther more closely.

The man in black-rimmed glasses blocked Whitney's path just as she was about to leave.

"Starling, don't be so aloof. I want to be friends."

As his hand reached out to grab Whitney's shoulder, a slender, defined hand caught his wrist in midair.

Crack! With an effortless move, the man's wrist was dislocated.

The classroom erupted in gasps and murmurs.

Most people here were finance professionals—sharp and pragmatic. None of them wanted to invite trouble, so instead of intervening, they scattered like scared rabbits.

The man with glasses cursed, "D*mn!"

He swung his other fist straight at Luther's face, but Luther sidestepped, raising his knee to drive it hard into the man's stomach.

The man crumpled to the floor, still cursing. "I'm going to sue you and make sure you go to jail!"

The next second, Luther calmly reset the man's dislocated wrist.

Before we could even react, he smiled—a cold, detached glint in his eyes.

"Sure, go ahead."

Then, without warning, he dislocated the wrist again.

Is this his job? Dislocating joints?

Luther had clearly initiated the fight, and if the man reported him, his medical license would be at risk. If they couldn't settle privately, jail time wasn't out of the question.

But judging by the situation, Luther, as a doctor, knew his limits. The man's injuries likely wouldn't even qualify as minor harm after a medical examination, leaving the courts little to act on.

Looking down at the man, Luther sneered, "Want to guess how many more joints in your body I can dislocate?"

Fear flickered in the man's eyes. It was obvious he'd underestimated the trouble he'd stumbled into.

Luther seemed ready to dislocate every bone in his body, only to reset them again.

As long as the police didn't show up, Luther could keep playing his twisted game of bone rearrangement.

The man quickly realized this, his demeanor changing entirely. "Bro, I might've raised my voice earlier. Let's drop this, okay? Please let me go."

"Oh, that won't do." With a flick of his wrist, Luther dislocated the man's jaw.

Watching the man drool uncontrollably, I couldn't help but think—offending a doctor is probably the worst idea.

Pointing to Whitney, Luther said, "Apologize to her."

The man nodded frantically, his eyes wide with terror.

Only then did Luther reset the man's jaw. Without even bothering to wipe his mouth, the man hurriedly apologized to Whitney and bolted out of the room.

But he wasn't getting away that easily.