The Whole Family Spoils the Reborn Hidden Queen novel Chapter 5

He found himself growing even more curious about her.

Who was she really?

She was nothing short of a walking enigma.

And right then, he felt a faint flicker of excitement, wondering how she would react once she caught sight of his devastatingly handsome face.

Not long after, Russ Sowle — the second son of the Sowle family and Wesley Robinett's private physician — stepped into his bedroom. When he saw Wesley still moving around as if nothing had happened, he blurted out in surprise, "Mr. Robinett, have you been attacked?"

He began examining Wesley's injuries as he spoke.

"This cut is deep… so why are you this calm?

Is it true what they say — that you're practically immune to blades and bullets?

And what's stranger still: a gash this deep, and not a drop of blood."

Wesley gave a faint, amused smile. "If I told you it doesn't hurt at all, would you believe me?"

Russ inspected the wound carefully, and once he confirmed there was nothing serious, he started dressing it.

"Keep this dry for the next few days, and be careful out there.

How's your insomnia been lately? Are you sleeping at all?"

Wesley slipped into his pajamas and glanced at him lazily.

"Give me more sleeping pills."

Russ nodded, pulled a box of pills from his medical kit, and handed it over.

"Don’t overdo it," he warned. "Even medication can be dangerous in large doses. You know that. You really need to find the Wonder Doctor. He might be the only one who can help you."

Wesley nodded. Ever since his mother had died in a car crash five years earlier, sacrificing herself to protect him, he'd been plagued by nightmares every time he closed his eyes. Gradually, he'd fallen into severe insomnia, and it had only gotten worse with time.

"I've already dispatched men to track him down, but no leads so far. That doctor's notoriously elusive. He only shows himself when he wants to."

Russ finished bandaging the wound. "Remember, keep it dry. I'll head out now. Call me if you need anything."

For reasons he couldn't quite explain, Wesley found himself resolved to look into that girl again first thing tomorrow morning.

Larissa headed into the guest room. It had everything she could possibly need—even clean clothes and pajamas set out just for her.

This family was absurdly wealthy. Even the loungewear was all high-end designer labels, soft and luxurious against her skin.

After showering and changing into the pajamas, she began searching for news on the long-running missing child case.

It only took her a few minutes to find it—the story about the Sowle family.

She'd located it so quickly because for more than a decade, the Sowles had been paying major media outlets daily to keep the search for their daughter in the headlines.

The public notice was a perfect match for the keepsake she had, as well as her age and gender.

Could I actually be the Sowles' long-lost youngest daughter?

The announcement even listed several contact numbers and addresses.

Larissa took screenshots of the details, planning to track down Russ, the closest contact on the list.

He worked at a hospital, which would make it easy to arrange a DNA test.

If she wasn't the daughter they'd been searching for, she could simply leave.

Before she knew it, morning came.

At half past five, Larissa slipped quietly out of Wesley's house.

Before leaving, she left a short note on the table: Thank you for letting me stay. I'm off now.

She also restored the room to its exact original state and changed back into her own clothes.

When Wesley woke up at seven o'clock, she was gone.

For no obvious reason, he was struck by an odd, hollow feeling at her disappearance.

He didn't even know her name. They hadn't exchanged a single piece of contact information.

They even bore a faint resemblance to each other. Could he really be my brother?

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