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.

could say another word, his body gave

screaming as

desperately she yelled, her cries seemed swallowed by emptiness, unable to

face, his head pressed against her shoulder while sweat formed a cold sheen on his brow. The heat radiating from his skin was almost unbearable. It was as if a fever raged through his veins, scorching Maia’s hands

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

ran deep, and his breathing grew weaker with each

luck that a hotel waiter saw what was happening and rushed to get help. The manager joined him, and together they lifted Chris onto a stretcher before hurrying him to the

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cutting through

nervously at the shut doors. Every so often, she would bite her

now was hope —

Sixty minutes crawled by.

room’s red light glowed steadily, and the steel doors