The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: I Just Did What I Could To Help

At Anderson Hospital.

Sienna’s whole body ached, every muscle seeming to protest.

She forced herself to open her eyes wider, but the sharp hospital light immediately made her squint. Her head throbbed faintly. For several long seconds, she simply lay there, waiting for her vision to stop fighting with the brightness.

Eventually, she managed to open her eyes fully, only to see a white, unfamiliar ceiling.

"Where am I?" she muttered softly, her dry voice barely audible as she turned her head slightly. "I am in the hospital. Who brought me—"

The words stopped in her throat when she saw a man sitting quietly on the sofa near the window, his arms crossed over his chest, his head slightly lowered. He looks fast asleep.

"Zach..."

For several seconds, her eyes remained fixed on him. Then the memories surged back as a video clip played in her mind: the police station, Benjamin Foster, the humiliation, the helpless rage.

Her weak hand slowly curled into a fist as anger slipped through her chest again like poison.

However, her anger toward Benjamin was brief because, moments later, she was distracted as Zachary moved slightly in his sleep.

Her attention slowly shifted to him.

She recalled Zachary showing up at her apartment last night.

’Why did he bring me here? What happened last night?’

Sienna forced her exhausted mind to remember what had happened after Logan drove her home.

She remembered standing near her apartment building.

She remembered him calling her name.

After that...

Everything became blurred.

She remembered crying in his arms.

That memory alone was enough to make embarrassment quietly crawl up her neck.

And after that...? Nothing.

’Did I faint in his arms?’ She slowly swallowed, imagining it.

"Sienna..."

Zachary’s low, rough voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She immediately looked at him.

Even half-awake and visibly tired, he somehow still looked dangerously handsome, seated there, loosening his shoulders as though he had spent hours trapped in the same position.

The moment their eyes locked, her heart gave a quick, unexpected thump.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, standing and walking toward her bed.

"I feel so much better." She smiled as she tried to sit up, but she regretted it right away when a sharp ache stabbed through her lower back. A soft groan escaped before she could stop it.

Zachary’s expression changed at once.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly as he moved toward her without hesitation.

Before she could even answer, he adjusted the medical bed carefully, raising it higher before placing another pillow behind her back gently.

He only straightened up once he was sure she was comfortable, and the worry in his eyes eased a little.

"I’m fine. It just feels achy. Maybe... too much sleep," she said weakly.

Her gaze settled on the IV needle, and her expression turned grim.

She raised her hand slightly toward him. "This... I don’t like it. Could you ask someone to remove it...?"

"Sure. I will call the doctor to remove it."

The nurse chuckled softly as she prepared the supplies. "It wasn’t that terrible."

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