The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 115

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Chapter 115 My Wife, My Doctor

“Please don’t. The legal complications would be a nightmare.”

Despite everything, Elera almost laughed. “Fine. I won’t kill him. But I’m definitely going to destroy him.”

“Get in line,” a voice said from the doorway.

Elera turned to see Clara standing there, looking like she’d run all the way from the city. Her hair was wild, her eyes were blazing, and she was clutching her phone like she wanted to throw it at someone.

“Clara? What are you doing here?”

“Saving you from making a terrible decision,” Clara said, marching into the lab. “I heard about your father’s latest interview. I know you’re probably planning some kind of revenge announcement. And I’m here to tell you to wait.”

“Wait? He’s out there right now telling people I’m mentally unstable!”

“I know. And it’s terrible. But responding right now, when you’re emotional and exhausted, would be a mistake.” Clara took Elera’s hands. “Look at me, just really look at me. I’m your friend, not just your editor. And as your friend, I’m telling you that you need to step back, take a breath, and let this play out for a day

or two.”

“But…”

“No buts. Here’s what’s going to happen. Your father goes on a podcast and plays the victim. Some people believe him. Some people don’t. The internet fights about it for twenty–four hours. And then tomorrow or the next day, when the frenzy has died down a bit, we release your statement about Nethys Medical. Calm, professional and powerful. We don’t acknowledge his accusations because acknowledging them gives them weight. We just move forward with our plan and let your success speak for itself.”

Elera wanted to argue. She wanted to fight back immediately, to defend herself, to scream at the world that her father was a liar and a manipulator. But Clara was right. Responding while being emotional would only make things worse.

“I hate it when you’re right,” Elera muttered.

“I know. It’s one of my most annoying qualities.” Clara glanced over at the medical suite where Drakonius was resting. “How is he? Simon mentioned something about complications when I called to get permission to come up.”

“He’s fighting off rejection of the treatment. It’s touch and go right now. I’m modifying the protocol în real time and praying it works.”

Clara’s expression softened. “Okay, new plan. I’m staying for a few days. You need some backup, both medical and emotional. Plus someone has to make sure you eat and sleep and occasionally remember you’re a human being with limits.”

“I don’t have limits when someone I care about is dying.”

“Yes, you do. You just ignore them until you collapse. Which is why I’m here to be annoying and maternal

Yes, you do. You just isnore them until you collapse

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and force you to take care of yourself.” Clara looked at Frost. “Can you set me up with a guest room?” Somewhere close to the lab so I can be on call?”

“Of course, Ms. Evans.”

As Frost led Clara away to get settled, Elera went back to the medical suite to check on Drakonius. He was awake, reading on his tablet despite her orders to rest.

“That doesn’t look like resting,” she said, crossing her arms.

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