Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709 

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Jane asked how things went concerned about whether Tiffany the wisevated Christopher on the after hart was focaned on Daniel’s rendition. This unions to 

betrayed his e 

Tiffany reassured them both. “His condition de vrvi 1 kwe 

quickly as possible.” 

eave yer, but I’ll do my best treat him 

“Thank you, Miss Kelley. We’re counting on yea, Christopher with a deep how, her eyes filled with hope and desperation. 

It was striking to see such humility from the butler of a family at the very top, yet here was Christopher, treating her with such her lingering doubts 

powerful as the Coopers. Their wealth and influence were spect. It left a favorable impression on Tiffany and eased 

She had briefly questioned whether there was anything suspicious about the Coopers or Daniel himself, but now shu realized she was overthinking. With that settled, her focus returned to treating Daniel. 

On the surface. Daniel appeared weak, with a chaotic pulse and heartbeat. However, it wasn’t due to poisoning or which made diagnosing him incredibly challenging. 

Tiffany initially planned to return the next day to continue her assessment, but Christopher persuaded her to stay. “Mr. Cooper’s condition usually worsens at night. If you’re here, we might be able to figure out what’s causing it sooner 

His reasoning was sound, so Tiffany agreed. 

Relieved, Christopher smiled and quickly arranged a guest room for her. Watching the elderly butler rush off with such excitement made Tiffany rub her temples. 

Did he really need to be that overjoyed? Tiffany thought. 

What she thought would be a straightforward case was proving more complicated than she had anticipated. It was no wonder the Coopers had sought her after so many renowned doctors had failed. 

A servant led Tiffany to a guest room beside Daniel’s. If anything happened during the night, she could reach him quickly. 

“Thank you,” Tiffany said as she stepped inside. 

The room was impeccably prepared, with fresh linens and a luxurious yet understated design. Tiffany walked to the window and gazed out at the sprawling Cooper estate. Nestled between the mountains and the river, the manor exuded tranquility and beauty, a perfect retreat. 

From the corner of her eye, Tiffany noticed Daniel on the balcony of his adjacent room. Daniel sat in his wheelchair, a book in hand, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. His white shirt accentuated his pale complexion and noble bearing. while the gentle breeze tousled his soft hair. 

Tiffany found herself staring, mesmerized. Suddenly, Daniel looked up, meeting her gaze with a calm intensity. A small, effortless smile graced his lips, his features as striking as a god’s 

Startled, Tiffany blinked and quickly nodded in acknowledgment before drawing the curtains. 

The rest of the afternoon passed as Tiffany studied potential treatments for Daniel 

“This herb’s effects are too strong. It might do more harm than good. No, this one won’t work either,” Tiffany muttered as she crossed options off her list. Ultimately, she concluded that she needed to observe his condition when it worsened. 

Night fell, and the manor’s lights sparkled like fallen stars against the dark valley. Tiffany sat by the wildow, watching the distant city lights while stifling a yawn. 

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Chapter 709 

June had returned to Lama–Villa earlier to handle an influx of visitors secking treatment. Left alone, Tiffany began to feel sleepy. As her eyes drifted shut, an unsettling dream surfaced. 

In the dream, Richard signed the divorce papers without hesitation and left with Jennic. 

Tiffany jolted awake, her chest heavy with lingering sadness. Even though it was just a dream, the oppressive feeling refused to fade. 

Tiffany wondered if her dreams were a premonition of what was to come. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something breaking in the next room. 

‘Was Daniel’s condition acting up?‘ Tiffany thought. 

Tiffany didn’t hesitate. She left her room and headed to his. Strangely, the corridor was silent. None of the servants or even Christopher appeared to investigate. 

At the door, she knocked. “Mr. Cooper, can you open the door?” 

There was no response. On her third knock, the lock clicked, and the door opened. The door was installed with high–tech technology that allowed it to be opened remotely. 

Inside, the room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight streaming through the window. Tiffany spotted Daniel’s wheelchair overturned on the floor but Daniel was nowhere in sight. 

Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat. Just as she reached for the light switch, a hoarse voice stopped her. “Don’t turn on the lights.” 

“Why not?” she asked, pausing mid–motion. 

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” Daniel said weakly. “I look terrible.”