Chapter 130
Elara
The cardiac unit smelled like disinfectant and despair.
Raven led me through narrow hallways to a four–person room. Beeping monitors. Hushed conversations. The steady hiss of oxygen
machines.
Her grandmother lay in the bed by the window. Small. Gray. Hooked
up to so many tubes and wires she looked like a broken machine.
“Babushka,” Raven whispered. “I brought a friend.”
The old woman’s eyes opened. Focused on me. She smiled faintly.
“Hello, dear.”
Her accent was thick. Russian, maybe. Or Ukrainian. The kind that never fully fades, no matter how many decades you spend in America.
“Mrs. Blake,” I said. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Call me Anya.” She patted the bed. “Sit. Please.”
1/2
Chapter 130
I perched on the edge carefully, avoiding the wires.
“Raven tells me you’re helping her with school,” Anya said. “That’s
good. She’s so smart. Too smart to waste.”
“I know.”
“The doctors say I need surgery.” Her voice was calm. Resigned. “But it
costs too much. So I wait.”
“You’ll get the surgery,” I said. “I promise.”
Raven shot me a look. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
But I meant it.
A nurse came in, checked vitals, adjusted something on the IV. When
she left, I pulled out my phone.
“What are you doing?” Raven asked,
“Research.”
I found the hospital’s patient advocacy page. Their triage protocol.
The policy manual buried three clicks deep.
217
Chapter 130
“When’s your appointment?” I asked.
“Two PM. Why?”
I didn’t answer. Just turned and walked back toward the cardiac unit.
Raven followed. “Elara. What are you thinking?”
“That we’re going to fix this.”
11
The waiting area was packed. Families clustered around plastic chairs, holding coffee cups and worry like armor.
I stood up. Raised my voice.
“Excuse me. Can I have everyone’s attention?”
Heads turned. Conversations stopped.
“My name is Elara. My friend’s grandmother is waiting for heart surgery. Emergency bypass. Three–vessel disease. But she’s been scheduled two weeks out because the surgeon is busy.”
677
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance