Chapter 870

Lucian gently ruffled Charlotte's hair. "Thank you for saying that, sweetheart."

Rosalind beamed. "Shall we take our seats?"

"Absolutely!"

Rosalind and Charlotte settled on one side of the booth while Harrison and Lucian took the opposite side. As the waiter began serving their meals, Harrison inquired, "How are matters progressing with Nathaniel?"

She didn't want to burden Rosalind. The couple had only recently reunited, their relationship still in that delicate honeymoon phase.

"Everything's under control. The situation with Nathaniel will be resolved shortly," Harrison reassured.

Rosalind nodded in relief. "That's wonderful to hear."

Lucian added smoothly, "Ms. Whitmore, should Mr. Hawk require any assistance, don't hesitate to reach out."

Harrison studied Lucian thoughtfully. The once-impoverished young man had transformed into a rising tech mogul. He and Rosalind—the carefully nurtured heiress—made an unexpectedly perfect match. True partnership between equals remained the ideal, without exception.

Genuine warmth filled her heart for them. Her gaze lingered on Lucian's masked face. "Were those acid burns?"

Lucian's eyes flicked toward Rosalind.

Rosalind smiled encouragingly. "I told Harrison everything. She's Dr. Sinclair—the miracle worker. I was hoping she might examine your injuries."

Harrison leaned forward. "Mr. Graves, if you're comfortable, could you remove your mask? I'd like to assess the damage."

Rosalind squeezed Lucian's hand, her eyes shining with hope. "I don't want you hiding behind that mask forever. Harrison can help."

Lucian offered Harrison a small, wry smile. "It's... not a pleasant sight. Might frighten little Charlotte here."

Charlotte giggled, her voice like wind chimes. "Only mean people are really scary! I'm not afraid at all!"

Harrison nodded firmly. "I've treated worse than burns in my practice. You won't shock me."

Their kindness enveloped Lucian like sunlight. With deliberate slowness, he reached up and removed the mask.

The ravaged skin was revealed.

Harrison's professional mask slipped for just a second. "These are severe third-degree burns."

Charlotte's eyes welled up. "Did it hurt very badly?"

Lucian's smile held decades of pain. "That chapter's closed now."

Rosalind's fingers tightened around his. "Harrison, is there any chance...?"

If Harrison said it was hopeless, then it truly was. Lucian had consulted every renowned specialist across three continents these past years. None had offered even a glimmer of hope.

Harrison's next words struck like lightning:

Lucian froze. "You're certain?"

Rosalind's entire face lit up. "You can really help him?"

Harrison nodded decisively. "Yes. I can perform reconstructive surgery for Mr. Graves, but I'll need an exceptionally rare ingredient."

Rosalind didn't hesitate. "Name it."

"Frostbloom. It flowers only once every fifty years. You'll need to procure a fresh specimen."

After years of darkness, this single ray of hope nearly blinded Lucian. "Consider it done."

Rosalind's joy radiated like sunshine. "We'll move heaven and earth to find it."

Harrison smiled. "Excellent. That settles it."

The four enjoyed their meal in warm companionship. When the evening drew to a close, Rosalind hugged Charlotte tightly. "How about a sleepover at my place tonight, darling?"