Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

“This is rather strange, Tiffany thought to herself as she continued placing needles on several main temples on his body.

The precise spots she selected would typically induce extreme pain, yet this delicate man did not even flinch. He looked as though he could not feel any pain at all.

Tiffany wondered, ‘Is his sensitivity to pain dulled, or does he truly have such a high tolerance?‘

She cast some extra glances his way, setting aside her doubts for the moment.

When the acupuncture session finally ended, Tiffany withdrew the silver needles. At this moment, the last traces of night had given way to dawn. A band of brilliant light rose from the horizon, gradually spreading its vibrant colors across the land.

Exhausted beyond measure, Tiffany stifled a yawn and returned to her guest room.

The acupuncture session drained so much of her energy that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Before closing the door, she specifically instructed the servants not to disturb her.

Tiffany slept soundly and deeply, without even a single dream.

Because of how deeply she slept, she remained completely unaware of the events unfolding in the master bedroom, just on the other side of the wall.

Daniel sat in his wheelchair, his usually calm and gentle face now cast in shadows. His once–soft, tender eyes were clouded Lover, as if a dark current surged beneath the surface.

The room was silent, the air pressure so heavy it felt almost suffocating.

Christopher, the butler, gave a soft cough and bowed respectfully to Daniel. But this time, he addressed him not as “Mr. Cooper” but as “Mr. Hampton.”

“Mr. Hampton,” Christopher reported, “Mrs. Hampton has already gone to sleep.”

“Hmm,” Richard murmured in response as he idly toyed with a small stone in his hand. The entire reason for his feigned illness lay in that stone. He had not expected Tiffany to identify the source so quickly and offer a few acupuncture sessions as a solution.

‘No, I cannot let that happen,‘ he silently resolved. ‘After all the trouble it took to coax her here, I cannot let her leave. But, this should be done without revealing my identity.‘

Richard’s brows knitted together as he strengthened his resolve and ordered, “The ore, bring it here.”

Christopher’s eyes widened, and he could not suppress a gasp as he said, “Mr. Hampton, the ore has a much stronger magnetic field than this small one. Why would you go to such lengths…?”

“Go.” Richard commanded, his tone firm and absolute, allowing no room for argument.

With no other choice, Christopher bowed again and retrieved the ore.

This ore was encased in an airtight glass cover to prevent its energy from leaking.

1. AX.

Even a small piece could power the entirety of Tech Building No. 9, but if used on a human, it would create severe side effects, inducing symptoms of weakness and illness.

Since the side effects themselves were real, it made the illness nearly impossible to diagnose, ensuring that it would not heal easily over time….

Richard took the ore arrd, with a calm air, said, “Everyone, leave

“Yes, sir,” Christopher responded.

Knowing that any attempt to dissuade him would be futile, Christopher bowed and left respectfully. However, he noticed Richard removing the glass cover just before closing the door. With a sigh of resignation, he thought silently, ‘Why put yourself through this?‘

***

Tiffany finally woke up in the afternoon, and her stomach was grumbling with hunger.

After freshening up, she made her way downstairs.

Seeing her, a nearby servant immediately greeted her, “Miss Kelley, you’re awake. Lunch has already been prepared for you. Please have a seat.”

The servant pulled out a chair, and Tiffany took her seat.

A procession of servants entered, bringing out plates upon plates crafted by top chefs: foie gras, prawns, vegetable salad, and various main courses.

To her surprise, Tiffany noticed several of the dishes were among her favorites.

However… those were things she enjoyed before her pregnancy.

When Tiffany caught a whiff of the aroma, she could not hold back and rushed into the bathroom.

Her reaction was quite intense, even though she was only slightly over two months along. She knew her condition would not improve until after the three–month mark. Until then, there were very few foods she could stomach.

A few minutes later, Tiffany emerged from the bathroom and saw that all the dishes on the table had been removed. A servant bowed apologetically beside her, saying, “I am so sorry, Miss Kelley. I did not know those dishes do not suit your preferences. I will have the kitchen prepare something fresh right away.”

The servant’s head nearly touched the floor with how deeply they bowed.

Tiffany reached out to help the servant and reassured them, “It’s alright, it’s alright, no need to do this. Just make me a plate of pasta with egg, vegetables, and tomato sauce–nothing else.”

“Understood,” the servant nodded and quickly informed the kitchen.

As she waited at the table, Tiffany pondered, ‘Was it just my imagination, or were the servants here overly respectful toward me?

‘It felt as though I am not a guest, but rather the mistress of this house.

‘Even Christopher, the butler, treated me this way.

‘Perhaps it was because Daniel os the only heir of the Cooper family, and, as the person who had saved his life, the staff regarded me as a special guest?‘

Soon, a steaming plate of pasta was brought out. It was exactly as she requested, with only egg, vegetables, and tomato. Tiffany sniffed it, and the aroma was pleasant. She picked up her fork and ate every bite.

Seeing that she did not get sick this time, the servants breathed a sigh of relief.

After filling her stomach, Tiffany intended to request a ride back to Luna Villa. However, just as she hinted at her desire to leave, Christopher came rushing in, his face stricken as he cried, “Miss Kelley, something terrible has happened!”

4

“What is it?” Tiffany asked-

Christopher hurriedly reported, “Mr… Mr. Cooper! His face has turned pale, he is sweating all over, and it seems his condition has worsened. Please, you must come quickly!”

“How is that possible?” Tiffany frowned and questioned. She had spent all of last night treating him, suppressing illness and dispersing half of it. She wondered, ‘How could his condition have suddenly deteriorated?”

“I’ll go check!” Tiffany replied and immediately headed upstairs without a second thought.

Following her, Christopher discreetly wiped a tear from his eye. Out of Tiffany’s line of sight, he gave himself a silent thumbs–up, thinking, ‘Although I am getting old, my acting skills are still sharp!‘

Tiffany was oblivious to Christopher’s private thoughts as she went to Daniel’s room.

There, she found the man who had seemed perfectly fine before now looking like he had been plunged into an icy cellar. His hands and feet were ice–cold, yet sweat was pouring from his body. Checking his condition, she discovered his heartbeat was even more chaotic than before!

If the heartbeat had been erratic, it was now chaotic and impossible to decipher.

“How could this be…?” Tiffany stood frozen, murmuring to herself.

At that moment, she began to doubt her abilities and wondered, Could I have been so incompetent? How could a person worsen so drastically after my treatment?‘

Christopher asked, his face full of concern, “Miss Kelley, how is Mr. Cooper’s condition?”

Tiffany shook her head and replied, “It’s not good… I might…”

Just as she was about to say, “might not be able to cure him,” Christopher quickly interrupted, “Miss Kelley, Mr. Cooper’s illness is in your hands! His condition is complex, and you are his only hope!”

Tiffany’s brows knitted tightly as she remained silent.

Honestly, she did not feel very confident.

She did not want to delay the patient’s treatment, but Christopher was right about one thing–aside from her, no one else seemed capable of helping him.

As Tiffany considered her options, Christopher added, “Miss Kelley, regardless of whether you can ultimately cure Mr. Cooper, your fee will be increased tenfold on top of its current amount. Our entire Cooper family will fully support your treatment!”

Tiffany thought, ‘That will be 400 hundred million dollars… NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Without blinking, she responded, “Deal!”