บททั้งหมดของ Rise Of The Hidden Heiress: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

~Rhea~The loud sound of the siren from the ambulance wails as we speed toward the Pack medical center with the Range doctor sitting beside me, her eyes on me to be certain I am okay.Allister squats on the other side of my good arm while I force my face to be deathly pale, with tears streaming down my cheeks as I clutch his hand desperately.“Alli, it hurts so much…” I whimper, forcing my voice tremble with pain and fragility for maximum effect.Allister’s expression softens as he looks down at me, his icy eyes filled with concern. His large hand gently squeezes mine, and he coos, “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here. You’ll be fine, alright. We’re almost at the hospital. The doctors will take care of you.”I let my tears fall harder, pretentiously choking back sobs that make my entire body shake. Everything seems to be working in my favor today.But the pain I feel in my arm is sadly excruciating, but it will be worth it if it eventually keeps Allister away from that Baby dragon, Jess.If poss

Philip’s eyes widen questionably at me, and just to be clear, I nod and reply, “Yes, Allister is my Fiancé. Now we have to go. I’ll see you around, Phil.”“Sure,” he lets out, looking like gallons of energy have been sucked out of him.I continue walking with Allister to the car Pack. When we get out of Philip’s earshot, I whisper, “I had no idea jealousy has any atom of place in you.”He chuckles, “Not when it has to do with you. Sue me if you wish to.Then, he pulls me to a slow stop, and I'm forced to look at him. His eyes are full of apology.“Bloom, I’m sorry,” he says quietly.I lift a brow at him, genuinely confused. “Why are you apologizing to me?”Allister sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It&rsquo

~Allister~I’m halfway through signing council documents when my private line buzzes, Leo’s number on the phone screen.I pick up the phone immediately and place it to my ear, “Speak.”There’s a slight shuffle on the other end before Leo’s steady voice comes through. “Alpha, are you free?”He only asks if I'm free when he wants to discuss a sensitive matter.I lean back in my chair, my gaze drifting toward the window overlooking Silver Valley, admiring how the Pack grounds stretches wide and orderly beneath the morning sun.“What did you find?” I ask him.“It’s about the incident at the car park,” Leo says. “…I made quiet inquiries at Drudo Men stores,” he continues. “They aren’t involved. Everything checks out.”Well, that rules out one thread, I think to myself, and begin tapping my pen on my desk.“And the boys?” I ask.“I went to the hospital where they were admitted.” A pause follows.“And?” I ask impatiently.“Alpha, they’ve been moved.”I stop tapping my pen.“Moved to where?”

~Jess~It doesn’t look like Agnes will forgive me soon for going shopping for Luna Celine’s gala with only Allister without inviting her.It took a verbal intervention from a soft-spoken Julian to finally get her to agree that she has an outfit worthy of the Luna’s gala.“When we finally settled for an outfit, she said she had no footwear befitting the dress, and it was all your fault for not telling her you went shopping so she could get her desired outfits,” Ursula fills me in as we head toward the entrance of the gala.I can’t stop laughing.I turn to see Julian holding the edge of Agnes’ dress to give her more space to walk.“Aww, you’re such a gentleman, Julian,” I call at them, and he gives me a little laugh that shows just how much he’s struggling with his new job.Agnes dangles her tongue at Ursula and me while subjecting Julian to sheer misery.Allister is already waiting for us at the entrance, and once he spots me, he hurries down the scanty staircase and grabs my arm, free

~Jess~It’s officially my first day at Silver Valley’s medical center. A receptionist welcomes me at the entrance.“Jessica White?” she asks.“Yes, please.”“Great, come with me.”I follow behind her as she leads me to the elevator. “Dr. Roder is already in Theatre Two.” She tells me. “He said you should report there immediately.”Immediately?I glance at the clock. It’s barely ten minutes past eight. I haven’t even been shown around or introduced to other staff.I nod anyway. “Thank you.”Arriving at the surgical wing, it’s already buzzing. Orderlies push gurneys down the hall. The receptionist leads me to a small changing room where I cover my outfit with a long surgical coat and exchange my flats for sterile Crocs.I drop my bag in a nearby locker and follow her down. She points me forward and disappears into one of the rooms, which I have no idea what it's used for.Dr. Roder doesn’t even look up when I enter.He’s flipping through a patient folder, glasses pinched low on his nose.