The sight triggered a memory from my previous life. At this exact time back then, I had been in his shoes—hauling goods in a warehouse, breaking my back to pay for Jasmine McLaughlin's medical bills.
Back in the village, neighbors had accused us of moral corruption. They broke my leg and torched our home, forcing us to flee.
Once we left, Jasmine's stepsister hired thugs to harass us constantly. To protect herself from her stepfamily, Jasmine feigned madness—smashing shopkeepers' goods, causing chaos wherever we went.
I worked three jobs a day, only to come home to the wreckage she left behind. I spent my life on my knees, apologizing and compensating strangers for the destruction she caused.
Now, I watched a family member of the patient scold my brother for his rough movements.
"I'm disabled!" Landon shouted, eyes red-rimmed as he shoved them away. "You make a cripple do heavy labor—have you no heart?"
The family sneered. "If we didn't pity you for being lame and dragging that stupid wife around, we wouldn't have hired a novice like you. If you won't do the work, get lost."
Landon spun around in a rage—
And locked eyes with me.