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Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 1289

Lydia’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she gave a small nod. “Yeah.” Deep down, she clung to the hope that somewhere in this world, another Vision Rejuvenation Grass might be out there, waiting to be found.

Connor had lunch with Lydia, then headed back up the mountain. By the time they finished lunch, the rain had faded away, leaving Mount Gemspire wrapped in drifting clouds. The whole place felt even more mysterious, the mist making everything look dreamlike and out of reach.

Connor searched the mountain, moving slowly, eyes scanning every patch of earth. He didn’t want to miss a single inch. Damien and his team followed, just as careful, combing through the undergrowth alongside him. Honestly, Damien had already led his men over the mountain the moment he got the order. They’d checked every corner. There wasn’t the faintest sign of the Vision Rejuvenation Grass.

The rain-soaked wind was chilly as it swept past, and Connor felt like there was a stone pressing on his chest, so heavy he could barely catch his breath. Everywhere he looked, the mountain was bursting with green, but to him, it all seemed faded and gray. He’d walked these paths so many times, each step now felt sharp, almost painful, like he was walking on knives.

Once again, he found himself in the old clearing. This was where the Vision Rejuvenation Grass used to bloom, its flowers once bright and full of life. Now, the place was just empty and bare.

Connor crouched down, his fingers shaking as he brushed the dirt. All those memories rushed back, crashing over him like a wave. “If only I hadn’t used it back then…” His voice was rough and low, every word soaked in regret and heartbreak.

He knew he couldn’t turn back time, but his mind kept slipping into those impossible what-ifs. If he hadn’t used up the Vision Rejuvenation Grass, maybe there’d still be hope for Lydia’s eyes. Maybe things wouldn’t be this broken.

From a distance, Damien watched, anxiety twisting in his chest. He’d never seen Connor like this before. The man who was always calm, always in control, now looked completely lost, like the life had been drained right out of him.

Damien opened his mouth, struggling to say something, anything that might help. But the words just wouldn’t come. All he could do was stand by, silent and helpless.

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