The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 944

**TITLE: She Took 944**
**CONTENT: Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In**

**Chapter 944: I’ll Support You**

The air was thick with the unspoken tension that hung between Rianne and Rianne’s past—the past she had shared with Ariana. A part of her longed to confront Rianne directly, to understand how someone who had grown up alongside her could be so callous, so devoid of empathy. The question gnawed at her, a persistent itch she couldn’t scratch.

Yalvaria had been cloaked in a heavy blanket of snow these past few days, the chill seeping into her bones like a relentless predator. Ever since that harrowing experience in the cave, Rianne found herself gripped by an intensified fear of the cold. The memories of ice and darkness haunted her, making every gust of wind feel like a reminder of her vulnerability.

Even with the hospital’s heating system blasting away, she bundled herself in layers of warm clothing, each piece a feeble attempt to shield herself from the biting cold that seemed to seep through the very walls.

In the hospital break room, the atmosphere was a mix of sterile and cozy, a strange juxtaposition that made Rianne feel both safe and trapped. Eddie, with his steady hands and focused demeanor, was helping her apply frostbite cream to her hands, an act of kindness that felt both intimate and necessary. The ointment was a miracle worker; after just one application the day before, the swelling on the backs of her hands had significantly diminished.

“You have to take care of these hands,” Eddie said, his voice firm yet gentle. “They’re your tools. You need them ready for surgery at a moment’s notice. For a doctor, your hands are everything.”

Rianne nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I’ve tried my best to keep them safe,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm, the backs of your hands look better, but your wrists… they’re in worse shape than I thought,” he observed, his brow furrowing slightly as he examined her.

She had been bundled up so tightly that she thought she had protected herself adequately, but the cold had a way of finding its target.

After finishing with her hands, Eddie handed her the tube of ointment. “Now, you need to take care of your legs. Do it yourself,” he instructed, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, alright,” Rianne replied, a hint of reluctance in her tone.

The frostbitten areas on her legs began to itch the moment they warmed up, and the discomfort was magnified by the awkwardness of trying to reach those spots.

“Thank you, you and Evie… for everything,” Rianne said, her voice sincere, the warmth of their friendship enveloping her like a soft blanket.

Eddie crossed his arms, a playful glint in his eyes as he regarded her. “I’m a practical guy, you know.”

Rianne raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t just accept thanks that are spoken aloud!” he teased, his tone light yet serious.

Rianne’s mind raced. What did he want, then? “Money?” she blurted out, half-joking.

At her words, Eddie’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his face. Money? Did he really look like someone who needed money?

Just then, a notification pinged on his phone, breaking the awkward silence. It was a message from Evie.

Curiosity piqued, he opened it, and a video began to play, the excited voice of a woman filling the room. “Ways a girl can’t refuse a guy’s advances…”

Eddie’s eyes widened in horror, and he quickly shut off the video, glancing at Rianne as if she had just revealed a hidden secret.

Rianne stared at him, equally taken aback, her mouth agape.

Ding! Another message from Evie popped up, but this time Eddie didn’t have the courage to look.

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