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 strained, "I

yell at him, "Fine, let it kill you

sharp words, she pushed his wheelchair toward the bed. "Can you

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

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,

sending both of them crashing onto the bed. They landed

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

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

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

you!" Walter shouted

hospital for the painkillers. I locked the door. Scream all you

row of silver needles, suddenly 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 agony, began to relax

her

"Is that really necessary?

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

he answered. In fact, there was still some pain, but compared to the torment he had just endured, it was almost nothing. He felt like he had

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

trace of her ever having the chance to learn these skills. Though her acupuncture hadn't completely eliminated his pain, this was

taught you this?" Walter

Shakira replied

what are you trying to

Just because I'm working for you doesn't mean I have to-spill all of them, right?" Shakira

about to speak,