Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The dark blue light had a powerful healing effect.

Slowly, the wound just a centimeter from Richard’s heart started to close up. Even the powder that had caused him to fall unconscious was slowly being dissolved by the light.

But no one noticed. Sidney kept pacing back and forth when a servant knocked and said, “Mr. Pauley, there’s a young lady outside who wants to see Mr. Hampton. She-”

Without a second thought, Sidney shot her down. “No.”

Since the mess at Richard’s engagement party, the gates of Royal Bay had been nearly knocked down, with all sorts of people showing up trying to get in.

They were all just here to test the waters. Sidney wasn’t in the mood to play along.

The servant hesitated, then said, “No, Mr. Pauley. This young lady says she knows how to wake Mr. Hampton up, so I thought I should tell you.”

When it came to Richard, everything at Royal Bay had to be taken seriously. Sidney raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “She really said that?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where she’s from?” he asked again.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The servant shook her head. “No. She doesn’t seem to be from Lovell City, and she doesn’t look like the heiress of any family I’ve seen before. She seems… unfamiliar.”

Sidney found that curious. The world only knew about Richard’s stabbing at the engagement party. Royal Bay had kept everything about his injuries and condition under wraps. So, this woman shouldn’t have known Richard was unconscious. “Let her in,” he said, a wry smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to know who this mysterious person was. The servant nodded and left. A moment later, the young girl was brought in, and the servant gestured for her to take a seat.

The girl bit her lip, her voice soft and a little nervous. “Thank you.”

She sat down on the sofa, staying still and not looking around, her face innocent and unsure.

A little while later, Sidney came downstairs. From the stairs, he saw a girl in a pink sweater sitting on the sofa in the fancy living room. Her brown hair framed her small back, and she seemed a bit nervous, staying in place without moving.

There was something familiar about her, but for a moment, Sidney couldn’t place her. He frowned and decided to cut to the chase. “What’s your business with Mr. Hampton?”

When she heard him, the girl on the sofa finally looked up.

Her face was sweet and soft, with almond–shaped eyes full of innocence, like the clear water of a calm lake. They had that shy, hesitant look, almost like a puppy.

She spoke, her voice gentle. “Mr. Guest, do you remember me?” Her face lit up with hope, and her eyes brightened with excitement.

Sidney froze for a second when she said “guest. Then it clicked. He remembered her now–it was Grelle from Melvor Mountain. The one who was always near Richard, asking about him and calling him “guest.”

“You?” Sidney’s surprise–faded, replaced by a cold edge. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to deliver medicine to Mr. Hampton,” she said, her voice still quiet. “I heard he was hurt, so I came to check on him. I’m not here for anything else.”

Sidney raised an eyebrow, pushing further. “Then how do you know Mr. Hampton’s still unconscious?”

“I found out from John.” Grelle stood up, looking completely innocent. “I’ve been by a few times, but John got annoyed with me asking too many questions and didn’t want to answer it.”

“This is the medicine from the doctor up in Melvor Mountain. He said to keep using it until Mr. Hampton gets better. I’m not sure if it’ll help, but it’s worth a shot. At least there’s hope.”

She handed over a paper bag. The bag felt light, but Grelle’s sincerity was clear.

Sidney frowned. He wanted to refuse, but part of him couldn’t ignore how genuine she was. Whether it worked or not, trying it couldn’t hurt.

Sometimes, you couldn’t dismiss the old–school doctors who had their own ways of doing things–maybe they knew something others didn’t.

With a sigh, Sidney reluctantly took the paper bag. He checked the contents carefully to make sure there were no issues, then turned to head upstairs.

Grelle looked at him hesitantly. “Mr. Guest, can I go see Mr. Hampton with you?”

Sidney’s response was immediate and firm. “No.”

Richard was obsessively clean. If anyone stepped into his room, Sidney knew he would probably burn the place down and rebuild it the next day.

Grelle stuck her tongue out, looking sheepish. “Alright, I’ll wait downstairs then. Is that okay?”

Since the medicine was hers, Sidney didn’t feel right telling her to leave. “Fine,” he said, then walked upstairs.

Inside the luxurious bedroom, Richard was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Sidney noticed something strange: Richard’s lips didn’t look as pale, and his color seemed a little better. However, Sidney didn’t waste time overthinking it. He mixed the medicine and set it up in the IV drip.

Seconds ticked by, and Sidney felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

He wondered if the drug would actually work this time. If it did, maybe Richard would finally wake up. He waited, and waited, his eyes starting to droop.

Just when Sidney was about to drift off, he heard two quick beeps from the monitoring device.

He shot up and looked at the screen. The life signs, which had been weak moments before, were now stronger. The fluctuation was more stable, and things were looking better.

‘Is it really working?‘ Sidney thought, both stunned and excited.

He rushed to the bed and checked Richard’s pulse. It was just like the monitor had shown–his vital signs were slowly returning to normal.

“Richard? Richard?” Sidney couldn’t hide his excitement as he gently nudged Richard’s arm.

The handsome man on the bed furrowed his brows slightly, then his eyes snapped open.

His gaze was cold and intense, like a storm waiting to burst. His expression, sharp as ever, held a faint, unsettling chill.

Sidney was taken aback but quickly let out a sigh of relief. “Richard, you’re awake! I thought you might just sleep like this forever.

Richard scanned the room with a piercing look before his gravelly, hoarse voice broke the silence. “Where’s Tiffany?”

Even though he had just woken up, even in his weakened state, his thoughts immediately went to her.