No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 815

Sinclair must have sensed the gaze on his back because he turned around and locked eyes with Fanny.

She quickly lowered her head. "Uncle."

"What are you doing standing by the door?" Sinclair's words prompted Fanny to walk over obediently.

"Uncle, thank you."

If he hadn't come, she didn't know how much longer Dustin would have kept her tied up.

Initially, she had used her position as a doctor to stall Dustin, giving me time to rescue Conrad.

But Dustin saw through her plan and ordered his men to bind her up.

"Let me see your hand," Sinclair said, reaching out.

Fanny knew what he wanted to do. "I'm fine, not hurt. I'm a doctor."

Sinclair looked at her. "If you're fine, why not let me see?"

Faced with his unwavering gaze, Fanny reluctantly extended her hand.

Sinclair's clean fingers gently took her wrist, revealing the marks from the rope—some areas were bruised and swollen, even a bit raw.

He glanced at her. "This is what you call fine?"

"Not like I'm dying," Fanny retorted, but Sinclair's grip tightened slightly.

He looked at her, but she avoided his gaze.

"But it could have been someone else's life," Sinclair lectured her slightly.

Fanny wanted to ask whose life he meant but swallowed her words.

"Uncle, you managed to beat Dustin today, but tomorrow might be different," Fanny insisted, still uneasy.

"How will we know if we don't try? But you," he paused, "you don't come to me first anymore."

Was this a post-event account?

Thinking of the awkwardness between them, Fanny sheepishly tried to appease him. "I get it, Uncle. Next time there's danger, I'll come to you first."

Sinclair watched her with a soft expression as she smiled up at him with crescent-shaped eyes. "Go tell Felicia that Ernest will be back tomorrow."

"How do you know?" Fanny blurted out.

Sinclair didn't answer, but Fanny could see the truth in his eyes.

"Uncle, are you working with Ernest?" Fanny asked, clearly surprised.