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.

say another word, his

wake up!” Maia pleaded, her voice raw from screaming as she tried to hold his lifeless weight, nearly

cries seemed

eyes were shut tight, pain etched across his 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

your eyes, Chris. Look at

deep, and his breathing grew weaker with each passing

help. The manager joined him, and together they lifted Chris onto a stretcher before hurrying him to

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relentless, cutting through Maia’s thoughts and slicing deep

affiliate hospital of Sceibar Royal Academy, Maia lingered in the hallway. She paced restlessly, tense as a drawn bowstring, glancing nervously at the shut doors. Every so

could do now was hope —

Sixty minutes crawled by.

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