The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

When Hannah finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

Her instincts told her that the Barnaby before her was no longer the boy she once knew,

He was ill, and when his condition flared, accompanied by bouts of violent rage, he became extremely dangerous.

Before avenging her family, she didn’t want unnecessary conflict with someone like him.

And of course, she didn’t intend to trust his supposed goodwill so easily.

“Fine. But you’re not allowed to pretend you don’t know me anymore.” Barnaby stepped forward, lifted a hand, and gently ruffled the top of her head. “You’ve grown.”

Hannah stayed quiet for a moment.

When she was small, he often did this, warming the little head, burrowing into his arms, and calling her his little princess.

Back then, she would always giggle and say, “I like you the most, Uncle Barnaby.”

“Uncle Barnaby, no.” Hannah turned her head away in displeasure.

She reached into the side pocket of her dress and pulled out a tiny black pill vial, no bigger than a fingernail.

She passed it to Barnaby. “Don’t force yourself to endure it. After you throw up, take this. I’ll check on you again this weekend.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Barnaby’s eyes.

He had agreed to her deal merely to keep in contact; he wasn’t expecting her to actually treat him.

His condition was something even world-class medical masters had failed to cure.

He knew Hannah had some medical skill; she had saved his life at the border once, stopping the bleeding in

time.

But he hadn’t expected her to be this sharp, to identify his condition with a single glance.

Barnaby accepted the vial, checked the time on his watch, and reminded her, “If you go now, you can still make it for the second half of the entrance exam.”

Hannah almost forgot about that.

She turned and left.

And the moment the infirmary door clicked shut, Barnaby suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Chapter 15

The calm façade he had forced crumbled instantly.

The handsome man’s lips were stained with bright red, making his pale face look even colder.

“Barnaby?” Ronin rushed in with Percival Nox. They both hurried to support him when they saw the scene.

Barnaby stared at the blood on his hand, his gaze growing darker and sharper.

He understood why Hannah feared the Thole family members. After all, it was thanks to the Thole family that he had this illness in the first place.

“I’m fine. Bring me some water.” He wiped the blood-stained black vial clean with a wet tissue.

Percival tried to take the vial for a look, but Barnaby pulled it back.

Percival panicked. “Where did you get this? Are you taking random medication behind my back?”

Barnaby rinsed his mouth with clean water and replied, “She gave it to me.”

Percival froze.

“That girl just now?” Ronin suddenly realized something. “Hold on. Don’t take it.”

Barnaby’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He had already swallowed the pill.

“Barnaby, how could you take the medicine she gave you? Did you forget you were choking her a moment ago?

and poison you?” Ronin was so distraught that he wanted to pry

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll get back at you Barnaby’s mouth open and make him spit it out.

But he didn’t dare, not when he would lose the fight.

“She won’t,” Barnaby said simply.

Ronin felt doomed. “Percival, do something. He’s lost his mind; he doesn’t even have basic survival instincts anymore.”

Getting no response, Ronin turned to look.

Percival was staring at the empty vial, examining it from every angle. Then he sniffed it and even leaned in as if prepared to taste it with his tongue.

“What? Are you crazy, too?” Ronin slapped him on the back to stop the disgusting gesture.

“Relax. I smell gastrodia, and a few other herbs I don’t recognize. It seems formulated specifically for headaches.” Percival pushed up the heavy frame of his glasses and looked at Barnaby. “How do you feel?”

Barnaby sat in the chair with his eyes closed. For once, his flawless features were relaxed, his brows smooth, his expression calm.

It felt as if a quiet force had soothed the nerves in his brain, nerves that usually twitched and tightened without warning, easing them, loosening them, letting them rest.

Ronin and Percival listened to Barnaby’s steady breathing and exchanged a look.

“He fell asleep?” Ronin mouthed silently.

Percival nodded. The two moved in perfect sync as they tiptoed out of the room.

Barnaby’s illness had tormented him to the point of severe sleep disturbances.

Unless someone knocked him out, he never drifted off this easily, especially not sitting upright.

It meant the pill Hannah gave him was indeed working.

It was good news, but Ronin still felt they needed a backup plan.

“You still haven’t reached the Nameless Healer?” he asked Percival.

The Nameless Healer was ranked Top 1 on the Heaven Medical Network.

The Heaven Medical Network was an international platform for medical exchange, gathering the world’s most brilliant medical talents, recognized globally as an authoritative hub of medicine.

The one at the very top, the Nameless Healer, was the mysterious figure Barnaby had been trying to find for

years.

His specialty was traditional medicine. His skills were legendary, and he had published numerous groundbreaking papers that shook the medical world.

But no one had ever uncovered his real identity.

Some people even suspected the platform had invented him as a symbolic benchmark, a fictional genius.

But Percival was certain he was real, because he had added the Nameless Healer as a friend.

Even if that friendship existed only on the Heaven Medical Network, the Nameless Healer had given him plenty of valuable advice, and was the idol Percival admired most.

“No. He rarely logs in. Last time was three months ago. He said he wasn’t taking any cases for the time being,” Percival answered.

“You’d better find a way soon. Barnaby’s condition is getting worse,” Ronin urged.

“I know,” Percival replied.