Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1032 Chapter 1033: The hospital. The faint, lingering beeps from the ended call hung in the room. Chris had already pivoted sharply, striding toward the patient rooms. His eyebrows knit together, a quiet sense of unease gnawing at him. But when he swung the door open to the room where Ethan should have been resting and Maia had just been returned, the bed lay empty-both of them were gone. The room was deserted except for Marisa, who sat alone beside the window. "Where are they?" Chris demanded, his tone edged with urgency.

Marisa caught his words and let out a quiet snort, deliberately turning her face away. Her eyes stayed glued to the view outside the window. Clearly, she had no intention of joining the conversation. Chris's gaze darkened a touch, and his voice dipped lower as he asked again, "Where did Maia and Ethan go?" Marisa finally swiveled her head, replying sharply, "I don't know." The truth was, Hurst had returned Maia only moments before. He had also mentioned that Ethan needed monitoring in the emergency room that night and wouldn't be coming back to the patient room.

After exchanging a few words with Maia, Hurst had walked away. Not long after, Maia had suddenly risen and left the room herself. So, in reality, Marisa genuinely had no clue where Maia had gone-and she wasn't inclined to volunteer the information. The reason was simple. Anyone Ethan disliked probably had hidden motives. If Chris hadn't been there, Ethan wouldn't have clashed with Maia, and his injuries wouldn't have started bleeding.

Fresh content live now gⱯlnσνs․com At that moment, Marisa didn't realize she had quietly begun to care about Ethan's likes and dislikes, standing by him without question. Chris felt a flicker of confusion, wondering why Marisa seemed to take a dislike to him. Had something happened to sour her mood? He didn't linger on it, though, and turned to leave the room to check with the duty nurse. As he stepped into the corridor, he ran into a familiar face. "Maxwell?" "Chris?" Maxwell replied, startled. "My sister Marisa is in this room, right?

I thought she said so, but I've been so busy I can't remember exactly." He wasn't being careless. He had been too busy tracking down the people who had kidnapped his sister, running on no sleep from the previous night straight through to now. The most irritating part was that those people were still out there, roaming free. "You haven't forgotten. It's right here," Chris said, giving Maxwell a reassuring pat. on the shoulder. "But she seems a little off today." "Is it because I showed up late?" Maxwell asked, frowning. He pictured Marisa's scowl and let out a weary sigh.

"This is going to be tricky. Thanks for the warning. I'd better go in and clear things up." He took a couple of steps, then halted abruptly. "By the way, Chris, we need to meet again later. This whole situation is too weird. The guy running that underground boxing ring-the shaven-headed man-has disappeared without a trace." . . .