Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 848:

A flicker of awareness stirred in Maia. She just felt that Chris was standing a little too near for comfort. A sharp sound broke the quiet — his breathing had turned quick and uneven.

It was unmistakably Chris.

When she turned around, Maia found him visibly shaken — his usual calm shattered, brows drawn tight, and one hand pressed firmly against his head.

His footing faltered, and he swayed as if he might fall at any second.

“Chris?” Alarm swept over Maia’s face. She rushed to his side and caught his arm. “What’s happening to you?”

Sweat trickled down his face, cold and heavy, while his entire body tensed in what looked like unbearable agony.

“My head… it feels like it’s splitting…” His voice came out strained, eyes glazing over as he struggled to stay conscious.

his body gave out, and

up!” Maia pleaded, her voice raw from screaming as she

desperately she yelled, her cries seemed swallowed by emptiness,

shoulder while sweat formed a cold sheen on his brow. The heat radiating from his skin was almost unbearable. It

don’t drift away… Open your eyes, Chris. Look at

His unconsciousness ran deep, and his breathing grew

and rushed to get help. The

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and relentless, cutting through Maia’s thoughts and slicing

Royal Academy, Maia lingered in the hallway. She paced restlessly, tense as a drawn bowstring, glancing nervously

do now was hope — trusting

Sixty minutes crawled by.

glowed steadily,