The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 31

"Argh!" Walter let out a m***ed groan from deep in his throat, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. Shakira immediately sensed what was happening. "Is it starting?" she asked.

"Yeah," 'he hissed, his breath tightening.

The downpour outside had already begun, the sky too dark for Shakira to see his expression. But she could feel it clearly- Walter was shaking, suffering.

Shakira, forgetting her own fear, fumbled in the darkness for her phone. She found it, turned on the flashlight, and dashed to the door. She flung it open. "Brian! I need medicine. Give me he painkillers!"

Hurried footsteps quickly approached, and soon Brian appeared holding a flashlight as he rushed up the stairs. "Is Mr. Lopez having an episode?!"

He

was about to charge into the room when Shakira yanked his arm. "Going in won't help! Go get the medicine!"

The situation was so dire that Brian didn't even realize how strong Shakira's grip was as she shoved him back out of the doorway.

Frustrated and guilt-ridden, he stammered, "There's no medicing. Mr. Lopez's painkillers have to be stored in the freezer. Since the power went out, all the medicine in the manor is unusable, and the rest in the cellar needs an electronic lock to open. We can only get new stock from the Lopez family's private hospital!" Shakira pushed him again, fuming. "Then why are you still standing here?! Get to the hospital"

She slammed the door shut and rushed back to Walter's side. The light from the phone flashlight was stark white, but Walter's face looked even paler.

Shakira saw him struggling to endure the pain and quickly went to the bathroom, returning with a folded towel. She stuffed it into his mouth. Walter shot her a glare.

Shakira, exasperated, snapped, "Bite it! Now's not the time to act tough! Doesn't it hurt?"

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and strained, "I can handle this kind

herself but yell at

her sharp words, she pushed his

reached for him. With her arms wrapped under his armpits, she stood face to face with him, bent her knees, and pulled him up with

like it was tearing at his very soul. Yet Walter remained conscious. acutely aware of the woman in front of him. He saw her furrowed brow, tight with concentration. He wasn't sure if she found him troublesome, or if she was genuinely worried. Amazingly, even Walter was surprised that someone could distract him in a moment like this. But before he could dwell on it, a fresh wave

didn't have time to adjust her stance before Walter collapsed onto her, sending both of them crashing onto the bed. They landed with

pillow, and she heard Walter's groan above her. "Shakira, are you trying to

I am," she muttered, letting out a long breath. With a swit roll, she gracefully slid off the

hope that he would ever agree to acupuncture, but now, it seemed like the perfect moment. Seeing her movements, Walter's eyes sharpened in

you!" Walter shouted toward the

for the painkillers. I locked the door. Scream all you want-no one's

reflexively curling up in pain. Walter's eyes widened slightly, and a flash of white light crossed

her

"Is that really necessary?

wasn't exactly a sight to behold, either. She pulled the tissues back to

but compared to the torment he had just endured, it was

been dulled by the overwhelming pain, turned toward Shakira, now carrying a shadow of intrigue. This time, his tone wasn't as casual as before. "When did you learn medicine? During those two years in

no trace of her ever having the chance to learn these skills. Though her acupuncture hadn't completely eliminated his pain, this was the

taught you this?"

master," Shakira replied in a

you trying

for

at the corners of his lips, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed