Chapter 313Jace instinctively pulled his hand away, avoiding Norah’s touch.

His reluctance only made her more suspicious. “Why are you still bleeding?” she pressed.

The wound had been there for some time, and even if his body hadn’t fully healed, constant bleeding was unusual—unless it was a fresh injury.

Jace clenched his cuffs tighter, his forced smile barely masking his discomfort. “I accidentally cut myself while cooking earlier. It’s nothing serious.”

Norah wasn’t buying it.

“You handle a scalpel daily—you’re too precise to make such a careless mistake. Don’t try to fool me,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “That wound doesn’t look like something you’d get while cooking. What really happened?”

Jace fell silent, unwilling to answer. But Norah wasn’t letting this go. She grabbed his wrist and uncovered the bandage, revealing a poorly wrapped injury.