The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Rejection

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The morning started normal enough. It was too normal, actually. Elera woke up still tangled with Drakonius in his bed, both of them having fallen asleep somewhere around two AM after the mindless action movie and their quiet confessions in the dark. The sun was streaming through his windows, painting everything gold, and for about thirty seconds she let herself just exist in that peaceful moment.

Then her phone started ringing.

“No,” she groaned, reaching blindly for it. “It’s too early for crises.”

“It’s nine thirty,” Drakonius mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “That’s actually late for us.”

“Shh. If we ignore the phone, maybe the universe will leave us alone.”

“That’s not how the universe works.”

“Let me have my delusions.”

But the phone kept ringing, insistent and obnoxious. Elera finally grabbed it and saw Simon’s name on the screen. Simon never called unless it was important.

“This is Elera,” she answered, already sitting up.

“Mrs. Vex, I apologize for the early call, but I need you in the lab immediately. Mr. Vex’s morning blood work shows some concerning anomalies.”

All the peace and warmth from thirty seconds ago evaporated. “What kind of anomalies?”

“Elevated inflammatory markers. The white blood cell count is erratic. And there are some irregular patterns in the cellular regeneration that I don’t understand. I’d rather you look at it yourself.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” She hung up and turned to Drakonius, who was already getting out of bed. “How do you feel? Any pain, nausea, dizziness?”

“I feel fine. Maybe a little tired, but I thought that was from staying up late.” He was watching her face carefully. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know yet. Could be nothing, could be a normal fluctuation in the treatment response. But we need to check it out now.” She was already heading for the door. “Meet me in the lab after you get dressed. And Drakonius? Don’t panic, please.”

“I’ll try my best.”

Elera ran to her room, threw on the first clothes she could find, which happened to be yesterday’s jeans and a sweater, and sprinted down to the lab. Simon was already there with Anya, both of them hunched over a monitor displaying Drakonius’s latest test results.

“Show me,” Elera said, not bothering with pleasantries.

Anya pulled up the data and Elera felt her stomach drop. The inflammatory markers were more than elevated, they were spiking. The white blood cell count was all over the place, jumping between too high

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Chapter 112 Rejection

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and too low with no pattern she could identify. And the cellular regeneration, which had been so beautifully consistent just yesterday, was showing signs of degradation.

“When did you draw this?” Elera asked, her mind already racing through possibilities.

“Six AM, like always. He was still asleep, didn’t even wake up for it.” Simon pulled up comparison charts from the past week. “Look at the progression. Three days ago, everything was perfect. Two days ago, slight elevation but nothing alarming. Yesterday morning, moderate elevation. And now this. It’s accelerating.”

“His body is rejecting the treatment,” Elera said, the words tasting like ash. “The modified cells are being attacked by his immune system. It’s recognizing them as foreign and trying to destroy them.”

“But why now?” Anya asked. “The protocol has been stable for weeks. What changed?”

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