A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 959

Portia was on the verge of tears, her emotions swinging wildly between cursing out Uriah and begging him to save Mavis Shepherd. “If anything happens to Mavis, you’ll answer to both of us!” she shouted, voice trembling.

Calliope, by contrast, kept her cool. She listened intently, fired off the urgent questions, and instructed Uriah in a steady tone. “Do not let Mavis out of your sight. Whatever it takes, keep her alive until I get there.”

She had pieced together Mavis’s condition from what little she’d heard, but it wasn’t enough; she couldn’t confirm anything from a distance. And even if they went forward, the surgery she was contemplating would be risky—almost impossibly so. Calliope knew: this was a procedure only she could handle.

If Uriah’s doctors had any idea what they were doing, he wouldn’t have sounded so broken on the phone. She understood what that meant.

“How soon can you get here?” Uriah asked, his composure barely holding on at the other end of the line.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll make it as quickly as possible,” Calliope replied, her voice like frost. “Just follow every instruction I give you. Mavis must still be breathing by the time I arrive.”

As long as Mavis still had a pulse, there was hope. But if she lost that, nothing—no skill, no miracle—would bring her back.

The crisis brought out a sharp, icy focus in Calliope. The moment she hung up on Uriah, she began dialing others—making arrangements, issuing quick, efficient orders. It was a flurry of calls, one after another, until finally she set her phone aside.

Portia, still sobbing, watched as Calliope swept through the room, methodically packing her bag. Only when Calliope was nearly finished did Portia realize, “Callie, what do we do now? Are you going to Mavis? Let me come with you!”

“She’s so young. She’s never caught a break. Always risking her life on these insane, dangerous assignments. She deserves better!” Portia cried, her voice cracking. “This is all Uriah’s fault—he calls himself her mentor, but what has he ever done except hurt her?”

“Callie, you have to save her. Mavis has nothing except us. We’re all she has,” she pleaded, her gaze begging.

“I know,” Calliope said, closing her suitcase with a determined click. She stood up. “I’ll need you to take care of some things for me here. I’ll let the right people know—just make sure you keep an eye on the things I bought at the auction, alright?”

“And when I’m gone, don’t let yourself worry. I might not be able to reach you, but don’t be afraid—I’ll take care of myself. And I’ll bring Mavis home.”