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?"

mouth, his voice hoarse and

o herself but yell at him, "Fine, let

sharp words, she pushed his

arms wrapped under his armpits, she stood face to face with him, bent her knees, and pulled him up with all her

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 of

collapsed onto her, sending both of them crashing onto the bed. They landed with a collective

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

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

needles. She had given up hope that he would ever agree to acupuncture, but now, it seemed like

you!" Walter shouted toward the door,

locked the door. Scream all you want-no one's coming to save

as long as a finger, pressing one hand firmly on Walter's knee, which was reflexively curling up in pain. Walter's eyes widened slightly,

her

"Is that really necessary?

exactly a sight to behold, either. She pulled

was still some pain, but compared to the torment he had just endured,

intrigue. This time, his tone

from those two missing years, there was no trace of her ever having the chance to learn these skills. Though her acupuncture hadn't completely eliminated his pain, this was the first time he

you this?" Walter

Shakira replied in

trying to hide?" Walter

and I have mine. Just because I'm working for you doesn't mean I

tugged at the corners of his lips, about to speak, when his