Midway through his sentence, however, a strange sensation crept over him.
His left arm twitched uncontrollably, followed by a faint numbness spreading across his shoulder.
He frowned, confusion flickering through his eyes.
Before he could question it, Ivy tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Do you have some kind of hereditary illness?" she asked lightly. "You suddenly look… rather unpleasant."
The words struck him like a slap.
Dr. Thompson immediately forgot about everything else. Panic surged through him as he hurried to reassure her.
"You're misunderstanding," he insisted quickly. "It's nothing like that. I'm perfectly fine."
Yet the twitching grew worse. His fingers spasmed, his leg jerked, and a cold sweat soaked into his clothes.
Still, in his desperation to flatter Ivy and secure the golden opportunity before him, he completely ignored his worsening condition.
