The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 Where Power Meant Love

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As he passed near the ambulance, his eyes, bloodshot and wild, found Elera in the open doors. The muttering stopped. He straightened his shoulders, a pathetic attempt at his old dignity. The hate in his gaze was a physical thing, a final, toxic gift.

“You think you’ve won,” he hissed, his voice raw. “You’ve just inherited a wasteland. You’ll drown in it. You’re not strong enough. You’re just a little girl with a scalpel.”

One of the FBI agents gave him a none–too–gentle nudge. “Move it along, Mr. Nethys.”

Kieran stumbled, but he kept his eyes locked on Elera until the last second. Then he was shoved into the back of a dark, unmarked sedan. The door closed with a solid, final thunk. The car pulled away, its tires crunching on the driveway, taking the living shadow of her past with it.

Elera felt nothing. Not relief or any triumph. Just a vast, hollow emptiness. It was over. He was gone. And the silence he left behind was filled immediately with a much more immediate terror.

Drakonius groaned on the gurney beside her, his head lolling to the side. The paramedic, a capable- looking woman named Jess, checked his pupils. “BP’s dropping again,” she said, her voice calm but urgent. “And he’s spiking a fever. Not from the gunshot. This is something else.”

Elera’s doctor’s brain, numb with exhaustion, snapped back online. She pressed a hand to Drakonius’s forehead. It was burning up. A cold dread, deeper than any she’d felt facing her father, pooled in her stomach.

The disease. The Chimera Protocol had been a balancing act, a delicate truce between the engineered cells and his ravaged immune system. The massive physical pain of a gunshot wound, the blood loss, the adrenaline crash–it was the ultimate stressor. It was like kicking a beehive that was already precariously balanced on a cliff edge.

‘It’s a cytokine storm,” Elera whispered, the words tasting like ash. “His immune system is going haywire. It’s attacking everything.”

‘We’re three minutes from the County General,” Jess said, hitting a button to start a plasma expander.

‘County General can’t handle this,” Elera said, her mind racing down dark, branching paths. “They don’t have the gene sequencers, the targeted immunosuppressants, the… the cure.” She looked at Jess, desperation clawing at her throat. “We have to go to the Vex Medical Annex. It’s twenty minutes north. It has everything. It has him.”

ess shook her head, not unkindly. “Ma’am, with his blood pressure this volatile, I can’t recommend onger transport. He needs a surgical bay now to clean that abdominal wound properly. The fever is secondary concern.”

‘You don’t understand!” Elera’s control broke, her voice cracking. “The fever isn’t secondary! It’s the primary event! Surgery right now will kill him as sure as the bullet would have! His body can’t handle both! We have to suppress the immune response first!”

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The ambulance slowed, turning into the brightly lit bay of the County General Hospital. Orderlies rushed out with a crash cart. The transfer was a blur of shouted medical codes and rolling wheels. Elera clung to Drakonius’s hand until they pried her away at the doors to the waiting unit.

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