Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

The moment Marissa spoke, all attention shifted to her. Connor, deep in grief, seemed to only now remember her presence, turning his head sharply toward her with fierce anger in his eyes

Marissa instinctively took a step back, feeling as if she was walking dangerously on the edge of a knife. “Isn’t that the runaway bride from the Nash family?” “How dare she show her face here?” The crowd looked at her with evident disdain. Marissa felt like prey surrounded by a pack of wolves. Cautiously, she asked Connor, “May I see Mrs. Daniels? Perhaps I could be of some help.”

“What?!” Everyone was shocked. Lorna let out a sharp, mocking laugh and said, “Miss Nash, are you out of your mind? Everyone knows you never finished high school. When did you become a medical expert?”

Marissa ignored the cutting remark. Her focus was solely on trying to save a life, and she pleaded with Connor, “Since the doctors have given up, what harm is there in letting me try? Things can’t get much worse.”

The medical team was outraged. How could they let a notorious rich girl, declared a failure by her own family, overturn their death declaration? The Daniels family members were also seething with anger. This woman, who had disgraced them by fleeing the wedding, now had the audacity to step in upon Arabella’s death. Everyone expected Connor to demand this lunatic be thrown out

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about his thoughts. Neil, unable to contain his anger, slammed the table and said, “How

Marissa to escort her away. “Who dares lay a

room for defiance. Even the troublemakers, Neil and Lorna, were forced to remain silent. With a single command, Connor had taken control of the situation. He then took Marissa by the hand and led her to

to question the decision of the head of the family. Marissa started to examine Arabella’s body. Given that she had not fully regained

a part of her scheme was unprecedented. She had previously convinced Arabella to agree

observers mocked her even more. They had anticipated some sophisticated medical intervention, but she resorted to acupuncture, which many regarded as mere folklore. Arabella’s heart had stopped functioning; not even surgery could save her, and Marissa thought a few needles would revive

caused her hands to tremble more visibly, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The spectators, noticing her shaky hands, were both anxious and

The second needle followed, and still, no response. By the ninth needle, there was still no sign of any miracle. At that point, the onlookers could no longer restrain