Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring
Chapter 459

Curiosity kills the cat. Romeo had warned his stubborn grandson time and time again not to dig into the Treasure Box.

He had told him countless times to leave it alone, not even to mention it to anyone. Kenneth had promised just as many times, but in the end, he hadn’t really listened.

The result? A brutal, bloody backlash–one that couldn’t be undone, no matter how deep their regret ran.

Romeo, so furious he nearly fainted, felt a rush of anger and bitter regret. He had managed to keep the Treasure Box safe for over a decade, relocating it often to avoid detection.

But a simple mistake–a chance encounter where Kenneth discovered the box’s hiding place–had unraveled it all.

This investigation had exposed everything, and now there was no one left to blame.

As Romeo slumped back onto the bed, his face drained of color and his breathing grew erratic.

His men, alarmed, quickly called for a doctor. After a quick check, the doctor’s face grew grim. “He’s having a myocardial infarction. Move him to the resuscitation room, now!”

The nurses quickly wheeled Romeo away, leaving Kenneth standing alone, his arm hanging at his side. He looked lost, defeated.

“It’s all my fault,” he muttered, voice barely a whisper. All for a curiosity he couldn’t control, for doubts he refused to let go of. He’d wanted answers, yet those answers had brought calamity on his family.

“Grandpa.” Watching the emergency room light turn red, Kenneth felt the weight in his chest grow. The empty hallway felt vast, cold, like he was standing alone in an open field, each gust of wind hitting him like shards of ice.

Covering his face, he felt his hands begin to shake.

Tiffany sighed and stepped forward. “He’ll be alright.”

With her spirit herbs strengthening Romeo’s heart and extending his life, if that still couldn’t save him, her reputation as the Miracle Healer might truly be on the line.

But some wounds–well, no amount of herbs could heal those scars completely.

Tiffany wasn’t sure how to comfort Kenneth, so she left a small, white glass bottle by his side and slipped away quietly.

*****

Back at Luna Villa, Tiffany rubbed her temples and went straight down to the Medicinal Haven in the basement.

June was still there, standing watch over a small box on the table The Eternal Herb inside showed some slight burn marks, but luckily, the damage wasn’t severe.

Tiffany began grinding the Eternal Herb into powder, squinting a little–her vision was still a bit blurred but would be fully clear in a day or two. “Alright, Eternal Herb, this… and that..”

After preparing everything, finally, she nicked her palm with a small knife, letting a few drops of her blood blend in; being immune to poisons, her blood added extra resistance to the mixture.

Then, she placed a careful 5% of the blend into the alchemy furnace. Seven hours would be enough for the medicine to be ready.

June brought over a first aid kit with a look of concern. “No one is going to recognize all you’re doing here. Why push yourself so hard? And look at your face–you’re hurt badly. Doesn’t it hurt?”

She gently dabbed a cotton swab on Tiffany’s wound, disinfecting and treating it. The wound was deep–a bullet had grazed her, leaving a harsh cut on her once–perfect skin. Anyone who saw it would feel a little tug of sympathy.

June worked carefully, trying not to hurt Tiffany more than necessary, but the disinfectant and medicine still stung. Tiffany didn’t flinch or say anything, just staying quiet.

A few minutes later, June finished and said, “You should get some rest. I’ll stay here and watch over everything.”

Tiffany immediately shook her head. “Not happening.”

Without missing a beat, she added, “We’re almost there. Just seven more hours, and everything will be done. I can’t let anything go wrong now.”

She hadn’t slept much during the trip, and now that things were finally settling down, she refused to rest.

June could see how exhausted she was, and it made her heart ache. But she knew there was no changing her mind. “Alright, I’ll stay with you then.”

“Alright.”

Tiffany laid down on the nearby couch, keeping her eyes closed, but she didn’t fall asleep. For the next seven hours, June didn’t leave her side, either.

When the alchemy furnace finally opened, Tiffany quickly packed up the ten or so pills that were ready. She wasted no time, hurrying out of the basement.

“Prepare the car,” she said, already moving toward the door. She was heading to Royal Bay.

June followed closely, worry written all over her face. The rain was still coming down, and the chill of autumn set in.

It was two in the afternoon, and Tiffany was struggling to stay awake. As Royal Bay grew closer, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Richard. She wondered how he was doing and how much longer he could last. There was no time to waste.

*****

At Royal Bay, Sidney was pacing, his brow furrowed.

If a person remained in a deep sleep for too long, their body would start to shut down. Medicine could only help for so long, but if it stopped working, the only thing left would be death.

“Why isn’t he awake yet?” Sidney muttered to himself, his steps quick and anxious.

He turned again, eyes locking onto the figure lying motionless in the bed. He couldn’t help glancing at him once more, now for the eighth time.

Richard’s face looked just like it always had–handsome, serene, but still. His eyes were closed, and even in his deep sleep, he had that noble, almost arrogant vibe about him.

Sidney walked up and shook his shoulder. “Come on, wake up already!”

If Richard kept sleeping like this, they would really be out of options.

Sidney paused, thinking his words might need a little more weight. “Tiffany is waiting for you. If you stay like this, she’ll end up with someone else.”

Sidney didn’t know if his words hit a nerve, but just as he finished speaking, Richard’s eyes shifted slightly. Still, he didn’t wake up.

Sidney kept shouting for a while, but nothing changed.

“Dammit,” Sidney muttered, feeling helpless. With no other choice, he let go and turned around.

What he didn’t see, though, was that the moment he turned away, Richard’s eyelids twitched again. The pendant around his neck glowed with a soft blue light–just like the light from the Treasure Box. It was mysterious, almost magical.

The light rushed into Richard’s body and disappeared in an instant. It was so fast that no one noticed.

Then, the pendant settled back to its usual quiet, silver full moon shape.

Tiffany had given him that pendant a long time ago, and she had worn it for as long as she could remember.