Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 113

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**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 113**

**Chapter 113**

**Amelia’s POV**

I found myself immersed in the data, poring over the findings repeatedly, as if by sheer force of will I could conjure the right answers. Numbers danced before my eyes, and I tested various scenarios on the computer, all without daring to mix the actual concoction just yet. The results were promising, each calculation pointing towards a glimmer of hope. Everything appeared to align perfectly, and my heart raced with the thrill of potential success.

With a surge of excitement, I gathered my report and made my way to the chemist, my heart pounding with the hope that he would finally lend his expertise. However, as I approached him, my optimism was swiftly dashed. Without even a glance at my work, he snatched the printed report from my hands, crumpling it into a tight ball with an air of disdain before sending it flying across the room.

“A human is not going to solve this,” he muttered, his tone dripping with contempt. “The pack Beta needs a werewolf healer. Stop getting in the way.”

The words stung, igniting a fire within me. “You are wasting time,” I shot back, my voice low and fierce, before darting to retrieve my report from the floor.

“I’m not the one with delusions of grandeur,” he retorted, rising from his chair with a scowl. “You, ex-Luna, are the one wasting everyone’s time. Now, get out of my lab and don’t come back here unless you’re standing in Healer Eve’s shadow.”

Cara stepped forward, her expression a mix of disbelief and anger. “Now, see here, you—”

But I placed a hand on her shoulder, halting her advance. “Forget it, Cara,” I urged, my voice firm yet weary.

“But, Amelia—”

“I know,” I interrupted, my heart heavy with the weight of my own frustrations. The thought of Cara unleashing her fury on this arrogant chemist was tempting, but I recognized that every moment spent here was a moment we couldn’t afford to lose. “Every second we waste here is one where Ethan’s life hangs in the balance.”

The urgency of our situation was clear, and Cara seemed to grasp my resolve. She nodded, and together we rushed from the lab, determined to find Healer Eve and Dr. Wyatt. I needed more eyes on my formula, and since the chemist had closed his door to me, I sought the support of those I could trust.

As we entered Ethan’s room, my heart sank at the sight before me. He lay there, even more tubes connected to him now, each one working tirelessly to keep his heart beating. The gravity of our situation pressed down on me like a heavy shroud.

Both doctors turned as I burst into the room, urgency coursing through me. I held out the crumpled report, my fingers trembling slightly.

“What happened to it?” Dr. Wyatt asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

“The chemist,” Cara replied, her voice laced with frustration.

Dr. Wyatt’s expression darkened. “I’ll speak to him.”

“Later,” I interjected quickly. “For now, please, what do you think?”

The two doctors leaned over the report, their brows furrowing in concentration as they mumbled to one another, lost in thought. I could almost hear Healer Eve whispering under her breath, “This is genius.” The words filled me with a flicker of hope.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they exchanged glances, and then turned to face me.

“We have to make this right away,” Eve declared, handing the report back to me. “Get back to the lab and gather the materials. If we can—”

“The chemist told her not to enter the room again unless it was in your shadow,” Cara reminded her, a hint of defiance in her voice.

Eve groaned, her frustration palpable. “Why is everyone such an ass here? We don’t have time for these games.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s because of me. I have a history of being disliked and—”

“It’s not your fault, Amelia,” Dr. Wyatt reassured me, his gaze steady.

I shook my head, the weight of self-doubt pressing down on me. “Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed in Jake’s pack.”

“If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t have come up with the formula,” Eve countered, her tone firm yet encouraging. She turned to Dr. Wyatt. “Do what you can to keep him stable. Remember what I told you.” Then, addressing me, she said, “Let’s go, Amelia. I’m going to have a word or two with this chemist while you put together this formula.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to do it?” I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice. “No one will trust it.”

“We will,” Eve asserted, her confidence unwavering. “And when it works, they won’t have any choice but to acknowledge you.”

No pressure, right?

I swallowed hard, determination battling against the fear that threatened to consume me. Ethan needed this formula, and I would not let my fears dictate the outcome.

“Let’s do it,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Back in the lab, Eve practically stormed through the door, her presence commanding. As I hurried past her to the workstation, I could see her zeroing in on the chemist, who sat at the central table, still reeling from her earlier confrontation.