Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1028 Chapter 1029: Two nurses and a doctor moved with seamless coordination, guiding Ethan onto the operating table without wasting a second. The doctor removed the bandages from Ethan's body, frowning slightly. "Why is there this much bleeding?" Stitches had split apart, and fresh blood traced a slow, alarming path along his side and shoulder. "You're going to be all right. The bleeding will stop soon," the doctor said gently, though his eyes stayed fixed on the injury. With practiced speed, he took the forceps from a nurse, clamped the vessels, and began re-stitching without pause.

Each passing second dragged, and the room felt locked in a tense stillness. Roughly twenty minutes later, the bleeding had been stopped, the three reopened wounds stitched once more, and fresh bandages secured firmly in place. Removing his gloves, the doctor kept his tone firm. "I'm not sure what you did to rip these open again, but acting this recklessly while you're still admitted-do you have no concern for your own life? Try to keep calm and make sure this doesn't happen again." Ethan stayed silent, his gaze fixed downward, his face pale.

Taking note of his lack of response, the doctor added a few more reminders before stepping out of the room. Just then, the door burst open with sudden force. A figure he knew well rushed inside. "Ethan!" Maia's voice trembled with urgency as she hurried toward him. Lifting his gaze to meet hers, Ethan's eyes carried a trace of fatigue. "I'm all right, Maia. I'm sorry for making you worry... and for how I spoke earlier." Mσrε υpdαтes ιn Gαlnσνels.cσm Maybe it was the rashness of youth, but once his temper cooled, Ethan could see how wrong he had been. His approach had been far too rushed.

Instead of confronting things head-on, he should have taken his time, slowly revealing Chris's true character to his sister rather than lashing out. By the bed, Maia lowered herself into a crouch. Her eyes lingered on his pale face, her brows drawn together, yet she offered no criticism. A gentle nod followed. "What matters is that you're safe. Just focus on resting." From the hallway, the sound of footsteps drifted toward the door. Through the doorway stepped Hurst, with the doctor who had handled Ethan's treatment right behind him.

In a low voice, the doctor briefed him on the details of Ethan's condition. Hurst absorbed every word, his expression hardening as he moved swiftly to Ethan's side. "Ethan, how are you holding up? The doctor recommends you stay here in the emergency room for a while. Going back now might put more strain on your injuries, and we don't want any setbacks." His tone carried the urgency of someone speaking to a close relative. Once he'd finished, his gaze swept over Ethan before he pressed further. "Tell me-what exactly happened earlier?

How did the wounds reopen?" Maia's only response was a glance in his direction, with no sign she intended to speak. Ethan shifted his gaze away, equally unwilling to explain. A faint stiffness settled over the moment. Sensing the tension, Hurst let out a quiet cough and forced a lighter smile. "Well, what's important is the doctor acted quickly. Keep yourself calm, Ethan. If something bothers you or you're unhappy about anything, you can always come to me." . . .