"They were about to," I replied to Jordan, maintaining my composure despite the tension in the air. "Your timing is impeccable."
Jordan Lancaster's face darkened as he turned to face his men, particularly focusing on Tristan who still cradled his dislocated arm.
"Which one of you idiots thought it would be a good idea to threaten Mr. Knight?" His voice carried the sharp edge of authority that had built his real estate empire.
Gold Chain stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, Tristan said—"
"I don't care what Tristan said!" Jordan's voice thundered through the restaurant. "Mr. Knight is not just 'some nobody.' He's a personal friend and the physician who saved my daughter's life when every doctor in Havenwood City gave up on her."
The color drained from Tristan's face as realization dawned on him. His eyes darted between Jordan and me, disbelief etched across his features.
"But—but he broke my arm!" Tristan protested weakly.
I shook my head. "Dislocated. There's a difference."
