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?"

his voice hoarse and

at him,

pushed his wheelchair toward the bed. "Can you

reached for him. With her arms wrapped under his armpits, she stood face to

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

her, sending both

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

am," she muttered, letting out a long breath. With a swit

back and pulled out a roll of silver acupuncture needles. She had given up hope that he would ever agree to acupuncture,

shouted toward the door,

hospital for the painkillers. I locked the door. Scream all you want-no one's coming to save you,"

stopping. She pulled out a needle 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, and a flash of white light crossed his vision. Five minutes later, his body, which had been writhing in

her

"Is that really necessary?

body and his lower half, which wasn't exactly a sight to behold, either. She pulled the tissues back

he answered. In fact, there was still some pain, but compared to the torment he

intrigue. This time, his tone wasn't as casual as before. "When did you learn medicine? During

Though her acupuncture hadn't completely eliminated his

you this?"

master," Shakira replied in a joking

what are you trying to hide?"

for you doesn't mean

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