Karyl stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as consciousness returned to her. Her head throbbed dully, and her limbs felt heavy like sandbags.Blinking slowly, she turned to the side—and saw a figure seated beside her.As her vision adjusted, she saw a man sitting beside her bed.He was tall, broad-shouldered and gave off the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. Her heart leaped. "Reeds? Is that you?" she murmured, her voice hoarse. The man shifted, leaning forward slightly. She caught her breath sharply as he came into focus. It wasn’t Reeds. The sharp jawline, the playful glint in his eyes and that same charming smile that made her heart raced at one time...It was Chris. He grinned softly at her. "You're finally awake. Thank goodness."Karyl’s pulse spiked. She jerked upright, wincing as a dull ache throbbed in her temple. "What—what are you doing here?"Chris held up a calming hand. "Relax. The doctor said you need rest."She shook her head, trying to dispel th

A black Mercedes Benz-pulled up outside the hospital entrance.The uniformed chauffeur, sprang out and rushed to open the back door before the car even come to a full stop. Evelyn Rogers stepped out along with her husband, Hubert Rogers. Without wasting another second, they strode into the hospital lobby, their eyebrows creased in worries."Where is our daughter? Karyl Rogers," Evelyn demanded when they reached the receptionist desk. "Which ward is she in?"The receptionist barely had time to check the system before Evelyn snapped again. "Hurry up. I want to see my daughter immediately!"The startled nurse stammered, "Fifth floor, ma’am. Ward 507."Before the nurse could say more, the two couple were already striding off towards the elevator.As they reached the elevator, Evelyn frantically hit the button until the doors slid open. Inside, she pressed the number 5 as if jabbing it would make the lift rise faster."I hope Karyl is alright," she muttered, her voice shaky. "If anyth

Lord Donovan’s countenance darkened, his eyes glinting with cold fury. "How dare he," his lips curled into a scowl as he growled. "Who does this Reeds think he is? To lay hand on my nephew, does he have a death wish?"Zayn swallowed hard, his voice trembling with rage and pain. "Uncle, he—he claims to be the heir to the Higgins family. But that can’t be true, can it? The Higgins family hasn’t even announced an heir yet!"Lord Donovan released Zayn’s chin and straightened. He stroked his salt-and-pepper beard thoughtfully, his gaze distant. After a long silence, he murmured, "It’s possible. I’m a core member of the Higgins family, and even I don’t know who the heir is! If Reeds really were the heir, I would’ve known!"Zayn’s eyes widened in shock. "What? You don't know who the heir is? How is that possible?""Because the family’s matriarch has kept it a closely guarded secret—even from me. Only a handful of her most trusted confidants know the truth. She’s never fully trusted me, des

The Next morning, at the late hours of 11.am, Zayn stirred and groaned as he sat up and yawned.He had slept well last night after his uncle assured him of destroying Reeds. He wondered if Lord Donovan had worked out a plan already.He could hardly wait for his revenge on Reeds.Before he step down the bed, a soft knock came at the door."Master Zayn," a maid called, her voice nervous and tensed. "You have an urgent call from the office. They say it cannot wait." Zayn scowled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "At this hour? Tell them to—" Another knock, more insistent. "They said it’s critical, sir." Grumbling, Zayn swung his legs off the bed and sauntered to the phone mounted on the dresser. He snatched the receiver and barked into it. "This better be fucking important. Calling me at this time of the hour. Have you no sense of timing?"The moment the line connected, Zayn's world collapsed. "Zayn! What the hell is going on?" a furious voice shouted. It was from his