My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 47 Sharp Glance

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Sophie felt the weight of the man’s icy presence, and her courage faltered. Fear clawed at her chest, rendering her tongue nearly tied. Desperate to recover, she blurted out, “Maybe Mr. Robin had something urgent to handle and had to leave without saying anything!”

Emyr’s jaw clenched, his expression unreadable but commanding. Turning to Tad, he gave a swift, unyielding order. “He was just here. Seal the hospital. Search every corner until you find him.”

“Yes, sir!” Tad responded without hesitation and began carrying out the directive.

Though Emyr had entered quietly, his authority transformed the atmosphere.

Tad’s commands rippled through the hospital, and soon every exit and passage was locked down. Escape was no longer an option.

Meanwhile, in a dim stairwell, Charmaine worked with precision.

She shrugged off her jacket and rolled it into a compact bundle, tossing it into a shadowy corner near a trash bin.

Her hands moved swiftly as she descended several flights of stairs and slipped into an elevator.

When she reached the ground floor, she melded into the flow of people moving toward the exit. Relief washed over her, but it was short–lived. A voice called out behind her, stopping her mid–step.

“Ms. Nelson?”

Charmaine cursed inwardly, her frustration well–hidden beneath a calm facade. Turning around, she offered a practiced smile of pleasant surprise. “Tad? What are the odds?”

The soft hum of mechanical wheels drew her attention. Tad shifted to the side, revealing Emyr, whose presence in his wheelchair was no less imposing. His sharp features were carved with authority, his gaze unwavering.

Charmaine’s smile brightened, and she met his stare with playful ease. “Mr. Emyr! Fancy running into you here.”

Emyr’s patience was wearing thin, his mood dark as a storm cloud. He cut straight to the point, his voice low and clipped. “Why are you here?”

a searchlight sweeping through her thoughts. Charmaine felt her composure waver under the scrutiny, but she held firm, forcing

of sweat on her skin. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers

jolted her, and she instinctively pulled back, clutching

eyes widened, and her voice trembled

gaze didn’t waver. His voice was steady and laced with suspicion. “You’re wearing a mask, and you’ve been sweating. Why were you at the

a beat, panic tightening its grip. How could he be so observant?

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a pout, her voice tinged with feigned

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matter? You said you didn’t care about my business. Are you

Emyr’s tone carried no inflection, but his eyes

rush over to get everything done before school starts. The hospital’s packed today. I waited forever for each test, and I didn’t even bother

she spoke. Her movements seemed effortless, almost rehearsed, as if she had done this a thousand times.

and scanned it, his brow knitting into a frown with

his face loosened, but his expression remained

suspect Charmaine of

even as it

further, Tad leaned in

a trash can on the 13th floor.

stone.. “Forget it. We’re done here.”

taut lines of his body. “Mr.

time.”

gone,” Emyr said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Staying here won’t change that.

but finally bowed

narrowed his

silenced her. Without a word,