---- Only then did I realize what I'd just said. My cheeks flushed, and I hastily pulled the blanket up to cover half my face. "The Rogues! identities have been confirmed," he said, pulling a chair beside the bed and crossing his legs. "Leah was behind it all. I've already handled her." I stared at him in shock, my hands instinctively clutching the blanket tighter. "What's wrong?" Jack raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Did you really think I was just some reckless playboy with nothing better to do?" The next morning, a team of doctors dressed in crisp white coats assembled around me, conducting a careful examination. Jack leaned against the wall, his voice calm and steady. "You kept clutching your chest without realizing it, so I brought in the best specialists ---- from my pack to take a look." When the test results came back, his expression immediately turned grim.