Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 782: Chris had told her the same thing. He had knocked on many doors, consulted numerous experts - but no one had dared attempt what might end in irreversible disaster on the operating table. She had braced herself for bad news, yet Lenny's words still struck like a silent thunderclap. Her heart felt trapped in a vice. If no one dared operate, did that mean Chris' condition would simply unravel? Suddenly, memory loss and the threat of lifelong disability no longer seemed like the true despair.

The real horror was knowing that at any moment, without warning, this could cost him his life. Maia's fists clenched at her sides. Her heart ached as though each beat carried the weight of helplessness - and still, she stood there, frozen, uncertain which path to take next. The CT room door swung open without warning, and Chris stepped out at a sluggish pace. Maia caught Lenny's eye. Without exchanging a word, they silently agreed to drop the conversation they had been having. Several hours later, Maia and Chris finally emerged from the hospital affiliated with Sceibar Royal Academy.

A cool wind swept through the valley as the midday sun blazed high overhead. The hospital's front plaza buzzed with chatter in many different languages. Chris reached for Maia's hand and asked evenly, "The scans are in. What did Professor Bryant tell you?" Maia offered him a tender smile, her lips curving softly as she replied in a calm, composed tone. "Don't worry. He said he'll consult with a few other professors tomorrow to figure out the best approach for the surgery." Her smile was steady, concealing whatever storm might have been brewing inside.

But when Chris met her gaze, he caught a fleeting flicker of doubt in her eyes. Feel the thrill at g αℓ ησ ν s․com He had sought advice from countless top specialists before, and every attempt had ended in disappointment. Still, since Maia had spoken, he decided to let the matter rest. "Okay then. What's our next stop?" Chris asked. "Let's head back to the hotel," Maia answered, her teeth lightly tugging at her lower lip. They had barely stepped back into the hotel when someone familiar appeared near Maia's room, waiting right outside the door. It was Alice.

Dressed in a pale camel-colored coat, she looked as though she had been standing there for quite some time. "Ms. Watson!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw Maia, hurrying over. "Did everything go well today? I wasn't sure if I should ring you, but I didn't want to interrupt - so I decided to wait here instead." "Yes. Just about," Maia said with a nod and a gentle smile. "I'll definitely be at the art show tomorrow. You don't have to worry." Alice's face lit up, her tone lively. "Wonderful! It starts at ten sharp. I'll swing by at nine to get you." "Sounds good," Maia replied with a nod.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Take care, Ms. Watson." . . .