Connor was getting more and more restless with every second. He grabbed his keys. “I have to get to her…” The sense of helplessness burned. He took a deep breath, trying to focus, to plan his next move while the fear gnawed at his chest.Meanwhile, Warner was already racing, his heart pounding as he imagined the worst scenarios. He hadn't interacted much with Connor's wife, but he had heard a lot of good things about her. Although their first meeting yesterday was a little rocky, she seemed like a sweet and approachable person, despite the pain and sadness of being thrown out of her own home. ‘Already, she seemed to be quite vulnerable. And now, they even mocked her… threw fruit at her…The city’s streets blurred past Warner’s car as he recited every potential hiding place, every corner the Kuranda mansion might not have locked down. If she’s hurt, he would never forgive himself. He had to get to her before anything else happened.*****Connor finally collapsed into a chair for a

Connor sat stiffly in the chair as the doctor’s words replayed in his mind like a hammer striking the same spot over and over. Nervous breakdown… six weeks… stability above all else.******Half an hour ago:The doctor adjusted his glasses and leaned closer. “Mr. Connor, you must understand. If her environment remains hostile, the symptoms will worsen. The body reacts to the mind. Panic attacks, fainting spells, even fever without infection. Do you understand what I’m saying?”Connor nodded slowly, jaw tight. “Yes. I understand.”Jimmy and Warner were standing nearby, silent, watching him wrestle with the weight of responsibility.The doctor continued, voice steady. “You’ll need to monitor her. Speak calmly, avoid sharp arguments. Encourage her to take as much rest as possible so her mind can heal, and most importantly, don’t introduce shocks. If she believes something about her family, about you, or about her place in life… don’t tear it down suddenly. Let her believe what she needs

Two days had passed by now, but given the frequent occurrence of attacks, the doctor still insisted on keeping her in the hospital and under observation. Kirra was allowed to leave her bed now, but only for short walks, supported carefully. Connor pushed the wheelchair slowly through the hospital garden, his fingers tight on the handles, eyes scanning her every tentative movement.Kirra clutched the armrests, enjoying the soft sunlight, warming the stone path and the scent of freshly watered flowers brushing against her senses. Connor’s presence was a steady anchor, one hand on her shoulder, the other controlling the wheels. “You’re doing fine,” he murmured. “Just take it slow. I’m right here.”She nodded weakly, lips pressed together, trying to summon courage, when a sharp, familiar voice cut through the calm.“Well, well, what do we have here?”Connor stiffened immediately. Kirra froze, breath catching in her throat.Dundarra, her father, and Josie, her cousin, stepped from behind

Wonga closed her eyes for a long beat, letting the cold wash over her. The initial fury that had roared through her veins shifted, recalibrated into something quieter and far more dangerous: calculation.When she opened her eyes again, the sharpness was back. Ten minutes had passed since she’d stormed into Dundarra’s office, but the outrage had been tempered by the realization that panic would destroy them. She folded her hands like a coiled snake and asked, soft and lethal, “So what… what should we do now?”Dundarra watched her for a moment, noting how quickly she had steadied herself. He had always respected that trait in her, the ability to turn her fury into action. He set his glass down, the water trembling slightly in the crystal. “We can’t hand over our interests to her, and we can’t wait for that snake to bite us before we act.”“No,” Wonga agreed, voice low. “By the time we think of a solution, it will be too late. We must act first. Preemptively and decisively.” She leaned

Connor stared at the smug faces around the table, and felt his resolve harden. If money and paperwork were what convinced people, then he would play that game too. He stepped back from Kirra for a moment, bending close to Jimmy with his voice barely above a whisper.“Jimmy, listen to me quietly. I need you to handle this room. Don’t reveal anything to Kirra or Dundarra about who you are for now. Keep it procedural and completely it dignified. If anyone asks, you’re acting for me as an adviser. Understood?”Jimmy’s eyes widened in equal parts alarm and devotion, then he inclined his head. “Understood, Young Master. Leave it to me.” His palms were steady, but his jaw betrayed his nerves.Connor turned away and walked down the corridor, breath cold and precise. When he returned, the air in the conference room had become electric with a new kind of friction — the most dangerous sort: family fighting over honor and ownership.“You told me,” Kirra said, voice small at first and then sharpe