The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 You’re Stuck With Me

“I’ll be bored.”

“Then be bored. Boredom won’t kill you but stress might.”

“She’s right,” Simon added. “Your only job for the next forty–eight hours is to breathe, sleep, and let the treatment work. Everything else can wait.”

Drakonius looked like he wanted to argue, but then he caught sight of Elera’s face. Whatever he saw there made him back down. “Fine. But I’m allowed to have visitors, right? I don’t have to be quarantined alone in this glass box?”

“Visitors are fine as long as they’re not stressful,” Elera said. “So basically anyone except your board members, reporters, and my father.”

“That eliminates most of my social circle,” Drakonius said dryly.

“Good. You need better friends anyway.”

They got him settled in the medical suite, which was basically a very high–tech hospital room with much better furniture. There was a proper bed instead of a medical cot, a comfortable chair, and a large window overlooking the ocean. It was designed to be a place of healing and not just treatment only.

“I’ll be right next door in the lab,” Elera said, adjusting his IV line. “If you need anything, if anything feels wrong, just call. I’ll hear you.”

“I know you will.” He caught her hand before she could pull away. “Thank you. For not giving up on me. For fighting this hard.”

“I’m not giving up on you,” Elera said, squeezing his hand. “Ever. You’re stuck with me, Vex. For better or

worse.”

“Literally. We did say vows.”

“We did. And I meant them. Even the sickness and health part, which is getting a real workout lately.”

He smiled at that, and even through her worry, Elera felt warmth bloom in her chest. They were going to get through this. They had to.

She left him to rest and went back to the lab where Simon and Anya were already running projections for the next several doses. The next two days were going to be brutal. She’d basically be living in the lab, monitoring every change, ready to adjust the protocol at a moment’s notice.

“You should eat something,” Simon said, appearing at her elbow with a sandwich. “And maybe change clothes. You’re still wearing yesterday’s outfit.”

Elera looked down. He was right, she’d thrown on yesterday’s jeans and sweater in her panic and hadn’t even thought about it since. “I’ll change later. Right now I need to finalize the parameters for the next

dose.”

“You need to take care of yourself too. You’re no good to Mr. Vex if you collapse from exhaustion.”

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“I’m fine.”

“You’re running on adrenaline and anxiety. That’s not sustainable.” Simon put the sandwich firmly in front of her. “Eat, then change. Then come back and do your brilliant doctor thing. In that order.”

Elera wanted to argue, but her stomach growled loudly, betraying her. “Fine. But I’m eating while I work.”

“I’ll take it.”

She wolfed down the sandwich while analyzing data, and then reluctantly went upstairs to shower and change into fresh clothes. The hot water helped clear her head a little and washing away some of the panic that had been clouding her thoughts since Simon’s call.

This was just another problem to solve. A complicated, high–stakes problem, but still just a problem. She’d solved harder ones. She’d built companies from nothing, written bestselling novels, performed impossible surgeries. She could modify a genetic treatment protocol on the fly.

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