Chapter 1295

When they reached the car, Jackson took the prescription from Serenity and, after a moment's contemplation, said, "I'll have someone look into this prescription first."

"You think there might be something wrong with the prescription?" Serenity asked.

"I don't know, but it doesn't hurt to be careful," Jackson said. Anything concerning her made him nervous now.

Jackson took Serenity's hands and looked at them with downcast eyes. Her fingers were slim, just like her body, but because of that, the deformity of her finger joints stood out even more.

Every time he saw her hands, his heart would be flooded with pain.

It was a pain born from guilt, regret, and helplessness.

He was rich and could easily have whatever he wanted, but he was powerless to help her hands get better.

Even though he had hired many specialists to take a look at her hands, the conclusion they reached was that they could only alleviate the pain at most; it was impossible to make her hands as nimble as the hands of