I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 25

Chapter 17

A distinguished young couple, eyes red-rimmed, swept into the room. They gathered the boy into a crushing embrace, weeping.

They were Lucas Gray and his wife – California’s wealthiest family. The boy was their son, Ian Gray.

Kidnapped by rivals six months ago, vanished into the wilderness. Hospital records matched his DNA.

Fiona was genuinely happy for Ian.

His innate kindness shone through his trauma. She prayed his memory would return.

But the amnesia held. An recognized only Fiona.

He shrank from his parents, burrowing into Fiona’s arms.

The Grays didn’t blame him, only ached for the horrors he must have endured.

They turned to Fiona, pleading. “Please… come home with us. Help An bridge this gap. Just for now.”

Fiona hesitated, then spoke truthfully. “I have time. I’m willing. But… I bring trouble.”

“Powerful enemies are searching for me.”

The Grays exchanged a look of surprise, then resolve.

Lucas met her gaze directly. “Have you broken the law?”

“No,” Fiona whispered. “I was the victim. I ran.”

Relief washed over their faces.

“You saved our son. You stayed with him. That tells us everything we need to know. You helped us. We help you.”

“No one will touch you here. You are safe.”

Their conviction was absolute, their power evident. A weight Fiona hadn’t realized she carried lifted. Safety, Sanctuary.

Fiona moved into the Gray estate as lan’s godmother.

She explored their vast tea plantations with him, learned to make rose petal pastries.

In this land of eternal spring, Fiona’s wounds slowly scarred over.

One day, they rode horses along the mountain.

The path wound upwards, flanked by dense forest and roaring gorges. Hooves crunched on fallen leaves, a rhythmic, ancient sound.

The vastness of the mountains dwarfed her pain, leaving a fragile peace.

As they led the horses back to the stables, the tranquil symphony of the mountains-birdsong, wind, hoofbeats-froze.

A voice, raw with desperation, shattered the calm behind her:

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I Was His Allergen, She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

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Chapter 17

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