The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 957

**TITLE: She Took 957**
**Chapter 957: Jane’s Meltdown**

The decision had been made. Among the sea of international hospitals, the choice had ultimately fallen on Yalvaria. It was a place that promised hope and healing, a sanctuary in the chaos of her life. Yet now, standing in the hospital’s pristine corridors, Rianne was grappling with a revelation that sent her thoughts spiraling. Eddie, the man she had come to know in this new chapter of her life, was now claiming ownership of this very institution.

Eddie turned to her, his expression a mix of pride and humility. “It’s understandable that you weren’t aware. But I must say, it’s quite an honor that you chose this hospital.”

Rianne felt a warmth spread through her, a blend of surprise and appreciation. “Honestly, I had no idea before this moment.”

Her words rang true. When she had made her choice, it had been based on the hospital’s reputation, its state-of-the-art facilities, and the hope it offered. She hadn’t given a second thought to its founder.

Now, the realization washed over her: Eddie had the authority to grant her leave. Just moments ago, she had been anxious about how her request for time off might be perceived, especially so soon after starting at a new place. But now, knowing Eddie’s connection to the hospital, it all made sense.

Before she had even articulated her need for a break, Eddie had already taken it upon himself to approve her leave. The worry that had once settled heavily in her chest began to lift. She had felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of missing Stella’s wedding, but now Eddie had turned her regret into relief.

“Thank you,” she said earnestly, gratitude spilling from her lips.

Eddie chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I don’t accept thanks in words alone. How about you treat me to a meal when you have the chance?”

“But I’ll be staying at your villa the entire time,” she countered, a hint of confusion lacing her voice.

Eddie paused, considering her words. A smile crept across his face as he replied, “True. In that case, we’ll just have to share meals together every day.”

Rianne felt a rush of surprise at the thought. Together… every day? The idea lingered in her mind, stirring something deep within her.

She could hardly believe it. After years spent with Tempest, their shared meals had been few and far between, often overshadowed by the demands of his family. Back at the Hale estate, social obligations had kept him busy, leaving her to navigate the cold disapproval of Madam Linden and Ariana alone.

Eventually, she had made the difficult decision to move out. Tempest had tried to carve out time for her, but their meals had become little more than fleeting moments—a quick glance before he was whisked away by a call from Madam Linden or Ariana.

The reality was stark; she often found herself dining alone, while he was occupied with the chaos of his family.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice broke through her thoughts, concern evident in his gentle gaze as he noticed her silence.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. I’m perfectly fine,” Rianne replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The prospect of having someone to share meals with every day felt like a dream. How long had it been since she had enjoyed the simple pleasure of company at the table? Years of solitude had taught her to make do with the bare essentials, to settle for whatever was at hand. When you were alone, the joy of food diminished, and appetite faded into the background.

Just then, the elevator chimed, its arrival heralded by the soft ding of the bell. As the doors slid open, a cacophony of noise surged forth, punctuated by Jane’s frantic, hysterical cries.

Rianne’s heart raced as she recognized the source of the commotion. It could only be the entrance to Tempest’s hospital room, where chaos was unfolding.

She exchanged a knowing glance with Eddie, who suggested, “You should go to bed 32 first.”

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