Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1105 Chapter 1106: A sudden haze dimmed the brightness of her eyes, clouding them with hurt. It felt as though her gentle heart had been pressed beneath an unbearable weight. Her breath grew uneven, spilling out in short, strained bursts. If Jarrod despised her this much, she wondered what reason she had to be here at all. In Maia's mind, she believed that she had done all she could and didn't owe them anything. After a quiet pause, Maia let her head tilt in resignation and slowly withdrew her hand from the door.

Without a second thought, she turned away, determined not to remain outside any longer. Not long after Maia's departure, a gentle knock from a nurse sounded at the door. "It's time for the dressings to be changed." In answer, Jarrod stood up with a quiet nod. His gaze followed the nurse as she adjusted his parents' IV lines and shone a light into their pupils for examination. "Try not to let worry consume you. There's still a chance they might wake," the nurse said gently while pushing the cart toward the door. "Spend time speaking to them.

Familiar voices can stir the brain and sometimes help it regain consciousness." "I understand. Another nurse gave me the same advice," Jarrod replied, lowering his head as he sat back down. "I've been talking to them all through the night, but... nothing has changed." With a look of encouragement, the nurse turned back to him. "Don't let despair take over. Miracles do happen, and here at Erygan Hospital, we'll do everything possible for your parents." The reassurance lingered in his mind, and after a brief pause, Jarrod cleared his throat. "Um... about the bill.

Could I have just a little more time? I promise I'll come tomorrow to settle it." "What?" The nurse froze, her face showing surprise. "Someone already paid the bill. A woman came earlier-I believe she was your younger sister-and she even placed a deposit to cover three months in advance." Find magical tales on gαℓησνs․c Startled, Jarrod leapt to his feet. "What? Three months of hospital care?" The amount would be staggering. At Erygan Hospital, daily care alone cost between twenty and thirty thousand. Altogether, that added up to nearly a million. Could anyone else but Rosanna have done this?

Her tearful expression from earlier replayed in his thoughts, convincing him that he had guessed correctly. Once the nurse had gone, he reached for his phone, intending to call her immediately and express his gratitude. However, the late hour gave Jarrod pause. Midnight had already come and gone, and he worried about waking her. Instead, he typed out a message with trembling fingers: "Rosanna, thank you. I can't express how grateful I am...

without you, I'd truly be lost." At the Nelson family's villa, Rosanna stood in the living room, her arms folded, her eyes fixed on Austen as he worked on Richard's broken phone. . . .