The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 Sisters Of Different Wars

Frost looked at Elera, a question in his eyes. Your call.

Elera was too tired for a fight. Too empty for hostility. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Frost stepped aside, his displeasure radiating from him like heat. “Five minutes.”

Lyra glided into the room as if she were entering a museum gallery. Her heels clicked softly on the linoleum. She didn’t look at Elera. She didn’t look at Clara, who had frozen in her chair, a half–eaten cheese curl poised in mid–air. She went straight to her brother’s bedside.

She stood there for a long moment, just looking down at him. At the tubes, the wires, the pallor of his skin against the white sheets. Her perfectly composed face showed no emotion. No grief, no anger or fear. It was a mask of polished marble.

Then, slowly, she reached out. With a hand that wore a single, heavy onyx ring, she touched his arm, just above the IV line. It wasn’t a caress. It was more like a check for dust. A confirmation he was physically

present.

“You always were infuriatingly difficult to kill,” she said to him, her voice low and dry. “Even as a child. Poison ivy, that skiing accident in Chamonix, that ridiculous bout of viral meningitis. You have the survival instincts of a cockroach and the luck of a drunk gambler.” She paused. “Do not prove me wrong

now.”

It was the strangest pep talk Elera had ever heard. There was affection in it, but buried under layers of thorns and vinegar.

Lyra finally lifted her gaze and looked at Elera. The hostility was still there, but it was muted, overlaid with a stark, reluctant assessment. “The news says you stabbed your father in the hand with a scalpel to save my brother.”

Elera met her gaze. “Yes.”

A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Lyra’s mouth. It wasn’t a smile. It was maybe the ghost of approval. “A messy solution. But direct.” Her eyes flicked back to Drakonius. “He is worse.”

It wasn’t a question. “His body rejected the final graft,” Elera said, the words still ash in her mouth. “His systems are under severe stress. His kidneys are next.”

Lyra absorbed this. “And you are just standing here.”

‘What would you have me do?” Elera asked, a spark of her old fire flickering weakly. “I have done the procedure. I have used every drug and every tool. I am watching. That is all I can do.”

“Watching is not doing,” Lyra said, but there was no real bite to it. It was an old, automatic reflex. She looked around the room, at the simple hospital equipment, her nose wrinkling slightly as if smelling something bad. “This place is inadequate.”

“It was the only place we could do it in time,” Clara spoke up, bravely. “She saved his life here. For now.”

Lyra’s sharp eyes landed on Clara, who shrank back slightly. “You are the editor. The one who talks too

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Chapter 224 Sisters Of Different Wars

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much.”

‘I… yes. That’s me,” Clara squeaked.

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