Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

43. She woke up.

Coraline stepped for a day more. The bullet had grazed her thigh bone, nearly shattering it, so her recovery period was going to be long. She was to stay in the hospital for at least a week.

Coraline’s parents called me immediately to deliver the news of their daughter awakening, and at that point, I was in class.

With everything that was happening, the summer semester was ending, which meant there was a set of examinations coming up. The campus was, therefore, abuzz with activity, with lecturers working to finish all the study material for the semester and students functioning solely on coffee and sugar in order to cram whatever they could in order to sit for the exams and get some decent grades. King’s College was a very competitive university, and with everyone attending being the best brains in the country, students had to go above and beyond to get on par with the syllabus.

Fortunately, my class was ending when they gave me the call. I, of course, could not take it without risking the wrath of the lecturer so I waited until the class was over. By then, the Grangers had already. tested me with the good news, but I took a call anyway, purely to hear Mrs. Granger sob in relief because I could not believe the text.

“She’s a bit jumpy, and loud noises along with sudden movements are likely to scare her according to the doctors,” Mrs. Granger tells me as soon as intercepts her at the hospital lobby after racing back to the Clandestine city, “so we’re being really cautious around her.”

“Does she remember what happened? I’ve heard that sometimes victims forget the incident of their trauma.” I say, stepping into the elevator with her.

“Well, no. She remembers it clearly,” Mrs. Granger looks taken with grief, “and I can see the fear in her eyes. Oh, who did this to her, Jace? Who hurt my little girl this badly?”

“I don’t know, Ms. Granger,” I sigh, “but you can’t imagine the number of times I’ve asked myself the question.”

and I had with the detectives back in the police station under the detectives’ instructions. Gerald informed me that the detectives had gotten the warrant they were waiting for and had taken the security footage in to go through them. The detectives visited

who were actually

don’t want to see you come to pick me up yet another day

safety would be ensured while they are at work. But after working hours, there is nothing we can do. It’s their

loathed to admit it, I knew Gerald was right.

hospital room, looking worse to wear. There are dark bags under her eyes, contrasting frighteningly against her skin that had become pale and oddly translucent as if she had lost a lot of blood. Her blond hair was dishwater colored rather than its normal golden hay hue, and her wide eyes looked dull, and maybe even

the area of injury. She would be bedridden for

I see her, I could not help the sigh

utters my name in greeting. The instant relief on her face upon seeing me is exhilarating, and for some reason, my

no idea how good it is to see you

encircles her fingers around my wrists and brings me toward her. She seems so small like this, I realize, and so delicate. It’s disconcerting, and totally at odds with the woman she usually is, “it’s not your fault, what happened. You’re not to be blamed. I’m just so

move closer to Coraline, fully into her

returns my

you would die,” I whisper, “there was so much blood.”