Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1094 Chapter 1095: A sudden weight pressed down on his shoulder, unyielding. "Kid, listen carefully." Jarrod spun halfway around, ready to lash out. However, before a single word escaped, a burst of pain ripped through his body. A violent crash echoed down the corridor as Jarrod's body struck the wall, hurled as though by an invisible hand. Dizzy and aching, he forced himself to raise his head, and his blurred vision slowly cleared on the form of a massive man looming above him.

Dark brows pressed together in a hard line, and the fierce look in the stranger's eyes warned that he was someone far too dangerous to challenge. A dark brown uniform clung to the man's frame, the stitched word "Ranger" visible on the cuff like a badge of warning. For a moment, Jarrod froze, his voice rasping as he managed to ask, "You... you're the ranger who pulled my parents out, aren't you?" A mocking laugh slipped from the man as he said, "So you're not entirely ignorant after all." His grip loosened, and Jarrod crumpled hard onto the floor.

Shaking, he remained sprawled where he landed, sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing ragged, his face pale. The ranger folded his arms across his chest, his voice sharp as a whip. "You're old enough to know better. How can you not tell right from wrong? Your parents nearly died when their car went over that cliff.

If the doctors hadn't fought to keep them alive, you'd already be mourning them." In the surrounding corridor, many medical staff and other patients' relatives who had witnessed the earlier scene were shaking their heads, whispering among themselves, mostly criticizing Jarrod for his rude behavior toward the doctors. "What a disgrace. How could anyone attack a doctor like that? Doesn't he know better?" "Honestly... what kind of upbringing leads to this? Hardly anyone can stomach such disgraceful conduct." Across from him, the forest ranger kept his arms folded and sneered down at Jarrod.

"Get on your feet! You're supposed to keep your head steady when things get rough." "I just..." Jarrod lifted his gaze, his jaw tight, but his words broke apart as his shoulders shook. "I can't accept any of this..." ᗰσ υ ι ɢ. "Cut it out! Start acting your age. Your parents are still alive, and a coma doesn't always last forever. Being in an unresponsive condition doesn't mean they won't return." After he said this, the ranger's tone softened slightly. He tapped Jarrod's shoulder. "If you truly care, then call the rest of your family and begin gathering money fast.

Just a kind reminder-this treatment isn't something an average family can afford." With a calculating glance, the ranger looked him up and down. "Still... from the look of those fancy clothes, I'd say money might not be an issue for your..." "Household." The mention of "gathering money" drained the light from Jarrod's eyes, leaving him hollow. His gaze dropped to his damp coat, the fine stitching of the once-prized suit now mocking him beneath the sterile hospital lights. Behind the polished facade, the Morgan family had already crumbled.

Bankruptcy had swallowed their wealth, and the family was drowning in debts so heavy they could not even scrape together the millions required for surgery, let alone cover the days to follow. And call the rest of his family? . . .