The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 706

Humans are inherently fragile. Even a billionaire heir with access to the world's finest luxuries is reduced to skin and bones when his body turns against him. Nikolai is completely unresponsive, his survival entirely dependent on the rhythmic hum and hiss of the surrounding life-support machines.

Before stepping into the ICU, Tara had memorized his charts and test results, forming a dark hypothesis. Now, examining his gaunt frame, she draws a vial of his blood and applies a specialized chemical reagent she brought with her.

The reaction is instantaneous. Poison.

He is incredibly lucky he collapsed inside the hospital. The immediate intervention and life-support machines during the golden window of trauma are the only reasons he isn't already dead.

For five grueling hours, Tara remains inside the ICU. When she finally pushes through the double doors, the heavy fatigue of intense, unbroken concentration is visible in the slight slump of her shoulders.

"What took you so long?" Alec immediately snaps, stepping aggressively into her space. "Even the surgeons don't take this long! If you don't actually know how to cure him, get out of the way and stop wasting time!"

His anxiety for his brother is real, but the careless venom in his words is inexcusable.

A split second later, a sharp crack echoes through the corridor.

Charles backhands Alec directly across the face.

In the past, her father would light up the moment she entered a room, showering her with affection and praise. Today, she had strategically volunteered to play the devoted daughter by Deanna's bedside, expecting everyone to marvel at her selflessness. Instead, the family acts as if she is just doing her required chores. They think because Deanna raised her in luxury, she owes her this care.

But Jade feels incredibly wronged. Why should she be grateful? Deanna gave her properties and designer clothes, but she is a blood daughter of the Dennis family! That wealth is her birthright. In Jade's twisted mind, she doesn't owe Deanna a single ounce of gratitude.

Down the quiet corridor, Charles finally stops and turns to Tara, his composure slipping.

"How is he?" Charles asks, his voice tight with desperation.