My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 164

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 164**
**Chapter 164: The Price**

Lily had a sinking feeling that Nyla was intentionally making things difficult for her. It was as if the universe had conspired to serve Nyla a slice of revenge for something that had happened days ago. The thought of it made Lily grit her teeth in frustration.

She recalled the student union representative’s persistent reminders to cater to Nyla’s whims, no matter how unreasonable they seemed. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Lily knew she had no choice—this was her duty, whether she liked it or not.

“Fine, I’ll do it—just give me a moment,” she said, her voice laced with irritation as she reluctantly agreed.

She ripped open the screening fabric that Nyla had brought, the coarse mesh weighing heavily in her hands. It felt rough and unwieldy, a stark contrast to her expectations.

In an effort to seek assistance, Lily called the logistics office, but her calls went unanswered. The staff were evidently overwhelmed with the chaos of the sports festival preparations.

“What are you waiting for? It’ll be dark soon!” Nyla’s voice rang out, impatient and demanding.

“Understood,” Lily replied, her heart sinking further as she realized she had to tackle this on her own. With a deep breath, she steeled herself and began the ascent to Nyla’s third-floor room.

She fashioned a makeshift harness with a rope, securing it to the bed rail before tying it around her waist. Balancing the cumbersome screen on one shoulder, she found a stool to hoist herself onto the narrow balcony.

The precariousness of the situation sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She couldn’t step out fully; half of her body remained clinging to the railing as she stretched to reach the outer wall, her heart racing with each movement.

The sun blazed overhead, relentless in its intensity. Within minutes, sweat trickled down her back, leaving her feeling more drained than she had ever felt after a long day of farm work.

“Dr. Dixon, could you please pass me the screwdriver?” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nyla remained inside, relishing the cool air conditioning, her demeanor indifferent. She glanced at Lily briefly before nonchalantly sliding on her headphones, as if the world outside didn’t exist for her.

Lily’s jaw tightened in frustration as she leaned precariously to grab the tool. One hand steadied the screw she was working with, and she knew that if she lost her grip, it would mean starting all over again. The screwdriver was tantalizingly close—just an inch away. She stretched further, her body straining against the effort.

Her palms were slick with sweat, and as she shifted her weight on the slick tiles of the balcony, her balance faltered. In a heartbeat, she felt herself tipping backward, and before she could react, she was falling.

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When Oriana received the urgent message, she rushed to the hospital, her heart pounding with worry. Upon arrival, she found Ethan and the others already gathered outside the orthopedics department, their faces etched with anxiety.

Leo and Arthur were trying to restrain a furious Ethan, who was practically seething with rage. Luna stood off to the side, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words.

Across from them stood Nyla, the one who had pushed Lily into that perilous task, her expression a mask of feigned innocence. She looked at them with a mix of disdain and indifference.

“What are you all staring at?” Nyla snapped, her tone defensive. “I didn’t push her! She’s just clumsy—why should I be blamed? I’m not her mother!”

Oriana, calm and collected, seized Nyla’s right arm, twisting her wrist with a swift motion that left Nyla gasping.

Nyla screamed, the sound echoing in the sterile hospital corridor. Oriana released her grip, and Nyla’s arm fell limp at her side, dislocated and useless.

“They won’t act,” Oriana said, her voice cold and unwavering. “But I will.”

Luna, Ethan, Leo, and Arthur stood frozen in shock, their eyes wide as they processed the unexpected turn of events. They had all wanted to react, to defend Lily, but none had the courage to do what Oriana had just done. The woman who usually exuded gentleness had, in one swift movement, revealed an unyielding determination to protect Lily.

Nyla’s face turned pale, a mix of pain and fury coursing through her. “How dare you! I’ll make you pay for this—I won’t forget it!”

Before Nyla could voice any more complaints, Oriana stepped forward with a fierce resolve. “You broke Lily’s leg,” she said, her tone icy, “and breaking your arm is the lightest consequence you’ll face. If you dare to trouble Lily again, I will ensure that you regret it tenfold.”

In that moment, all three men saw something new in Oriana’s gaze—a fierce seriousness that transformed their perception of her.

Luna’s heart raced as she sensed the shift in the atmosphere—everything she thought she had control over felt suddenly precarious.

Nyla bit her lip to stifle a howl of pain, her glare directed at Luna, who stood paralyzed with shock. “What are you waiting for? Take me back—now!” she spat, her voice laced with desperation.