The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 219

“The graft is taking,” Elera said, nodding at the screen. “Better than I hoped for, given the conditions. His vitals are holding. The fever is down to 101.”

Frost absorbed this, his face giving nothing away. “Good.” He looked at Clara. “You should sleep. There’s a family lounge with a couch that isn’t entirely made of concrete.”

Clara shook her head stubbornly. “And miss the moment he wakes up and says something delightfully grumpy? No way.”

“He’s not going to wake up for a while, Clara,” Elera said softly. “Even if everything goes perfectly, the sedation, the trauma… it’ll be hours. Maybe a day.”

“Then I’ll be here in a day,” Clara said, crossing her arms.

Frost let out a breath that was almost a sigh. “Suit yourself.” He positioned himself in a corner of the room where he could see both the door and the bed, and became a statue.

Time lost all meaning. It was measured in drips from the IV bag, in the cycling of the ventilator, in the steady scroll of data on the screens. Elera’s world shrank to the few square feet around the hospital bed. She watched the lines on the monitors like a fortune teller reading mystical signs. A slight dip in blood pressure here made her heart clench. A small increase in cellular activity there sent a fleeting burst of warmth through her chest.

Dr. Evans came in to check on things periodically. On his third visit, around what Elera guessed was the three–hour mark, he brought a sandwich wrapped in plastic. “You need to eat,” he said, putting it next to the untouched tea. “Doctor’s orders. From an actual doctor who isn’t currently emotionally compromised.”

Elera picked up the sandwich. It was turkey on white bread, with a single, sad piece of lettuce. It looked like it had been made by someone who deeply resented both food and joy. She took a bite because it was easier than arguing. It tasted like nothing in her mouth.

“How are you holding up?” Dr. Evans asked, checking Drakonius’s pupil response.

“I’m fine,” Elera said automatically.

“That’s a lie,” Clara chimed in from her stool. “But she’s a very convincing liar. It’s one of her best skills.”

Dr. Evans almost smiled. “Well, convincing liar or not, your husband is stable. Unchanged, but stable. That’s a good thing after what you just did to him. It’s like… performing open–heart surgery on a rollercoaster. In the dark.”

“Thank you for your help,” Elera said, meaning it. “For not throwing me out.”

“Are you kidding?” Dr. Evans said, his young face suddenly earnest. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever been a part of. It’s going to be a chapter in my memoirs. “The Time I Assisted a Genius Heiress in Saving Her Billionaire Husband with Experimental Gene Therapy in Trauma Bay Two. It has a nice ring to

it”

He left, and the quiet settled again.

1:57 pm P P

Chapter 219 The Deathwatch

Finished

Sometime later, the door cracked open once more. It was Xan. He looked worse than any of them. His clothes were still the ones from the factory, smudged with dirt and dust. There were dark circles under his eyes that looked like bruises. He hovered in the doorway, uncertain, like a ghost who wasn’t sure he was

welcome.

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