All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 2221 - Chapter 2230

Standing next to Callum was an elderly professor of traditional medicine. He was clutching a pair of reading glasses with fingers that wouldn't stop trembling. He'd spent over 60 years studying needle techniques and had never thought much of anyone else's work. Yet today, Aria had shattered that completely. He stepped forward and clasped his hands in a deep, formal bow. His voice was thick with respect. "Ms. Carver, I've practiced medicine for 60 years, yet I've never once seen needlework like that. The way you placed each needle was seamless, and the energy followed every point of entry like it was alive. "What you did in there was far beyond anything in the acupuncture texts. That was the absolute peak of traditional medicine. Today, I finally understand what it means to find someone on a totally different level!" Behind him, one of the critical care specialists pushed his glasses up, still looking like he couldn't quite believe what he'd just witnessed. He'd been part of Lor

Fergus probably didn't collapse because of some illness. It might not have been an accident or even a curse from evil beings either. Aria stared at Fergus, where he lay slumped over the desk. Her fingertips traced across his shoulder and back, which were stiff but still warm. The knot in her throat tried to rise, and she shoved it back down. Then, the panic in her eyes faded, replaced by something cold and steady. She drew a long breath and forced down the ache building behind her ribs. When she straightened up, her back was straight again, and some of that detached calm that came with being a doctor settled back into place. "Mr. Warsaw, get two people in here. I want them to move Fergus to his bed carefully." Her voice still carried a faint rasp she couldn't quite hide, but every word came through clearly and firmly. "Do it slowly. Don't touch his head or his neck. Make sure his breathing stays clear, and don't jostle him." "Right away, Ms. Carver!" Stephen didn't waste

Warren's expression was grim. "What exactly happened to Fergus? How did he end up unconscious?" Stephen's face wasn't much better. "We still don't know. Dr. Ludwig couldn't find anything wrong either. When Ms. Carver came back, she had us bring Mr. Fergus up to his room." Inside, Aria and Elijah shared a look, and something moved behind both their eyes. Aria quickly wiped away the last traces of tears from the corners of her eyes. She reached up to smooth a few loose strands of hair, and then gently pulled the quilt up around Fergus, tucking it in with soft, careful hands. Fergus slowly steadied his breathing. The sharp edge that had crept into his expression when the memories came flooding back faded slowly, until what was left looked like the quiet, composed eldest son of the Carver family. The intensity behind his eyes pulled back, and all that showed now was the pale, faint weakness of someone who'd just woken up from a long illness, and the softness that came with being

Elijah didn't seem surprised, as if he had already sensed Landon's presence. A faint flicker of understanding passed through his eyes before his expression settled back into its usual calm composure.He gestured toward the chair beside him, his tone even and unbothered, without the slightest hint of irritation at being interrupted. "You're here. Come in, have a seat."On the bed, Fergus had already turned to look at Landon. He lay against the soft silk bedding, the pallor from his long unconsciousness mostly gone.His complexion had returned to his usual porcelain warmth. His lips were faintly defined, and the contours of his brows and eyes carried the striking refinement passed down through the Carver family's lineage. A trace of weariness lingered from his long rest, yet it did nothing to diminish the poised presence he was born with.His gaze moved past Elijah's shoulder and settled directly on Landon. At first, a subtle trace of scrutiny flickered in his eyes—an instinctive ale

The mist was bone-chilling, unlike any ordinary fog. The instant it touched the group's skin, it seized their nerves, froze their blood, and locked their limbs in place. "Ah! It's so cold!" Lanzo screamed. He felt all the warmth drain from his blood, his limbs turning stiff and numb. His fingers refused to bend. His headlamp slipped from his hands with a clatter, immediately going dark as it hit the leaf litter. Wera immediately reached out to grab Matteo, who was beside her. But the moment she stretched out her hand, she felt a strange pulling force from deep within the white mist. The grip was so strong that it didn't feel human. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed her soul and was dragging her deeper into the mist. Wera couldn't resist at all. Her body was lifted off the ground against her will, and the world spun around her. Her companions' figures blurred into distorted shapes. "Wera!" Linden yelled as he lunged toward her. But the moment he stepped into the mist,