Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The head of the Treasure Pavilion wasn’t the only one shocked. People who saw the scene couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Geez, weren’t they the ones who broke into the Treasure Pavilion earlier today? And now they’re out in just a few hours?”

“Cleared already? Damn, that’s nuts!”

“It’s really them. I thought there’s no way they’d make it out. Didn’t know the Treasure Pavilion was this easy. A blind person gets out just like that.”

“Shut up, the last guy who thought getting into the Treasure Pavilion was easy is buried by now! If you’re not scared, go ahead and try!”

The chatter spread like wildfire, and it was clear that what happened at the Treasure Pavilion would be the talk of the town soon.

Morwen clenched her jaw, wanting to silence them, but all she could do was hush her own subordinates. The rest were citizens, and she had always been careful with her reputation as Saintess. She wasn’t going to make a scene.

The only thing she could do now was get Tiffany out of there quickly. “You guys go ahead. The car’s waiting, she said. Kenneth glanced over and saw the car parked nearby, with two drivers who seemed to be Morwen’s people. That didn’t sit. well with him, something was off.

His face went pale as he subtly signaled to his team, who were keeping their distance. They quickly rushed over. Kenneth had his own crew and helicopter. He didn’t need Morwen leading him around.

“Sir-” One of the Harper family’s subordinates almost let Kenneth’s real identity slip when they saw how badly he was hurt! but Kenneth stopped him with a glance.

“Let’s go.” Supported by his two subordinates, Kenneth turned to Tiffany, gently pulling the rope in his hand. “Come on, I’ll hold your hand.”

Tiffany nodded and watched as the group moved toward the helicopter, ready to take off from the edge of the empty island

Morwen gritted her teeth, frustration written all over her face. She couldn’t let Tiffany leave so easily, especially now that she was blind. This was the perfect moment to strike.

If she didn’t act fast, by the time Tiffany’s identity came out, it would be too late.

Morwen’s gaze hardened. But since she was already back with the Azure Sea Royal Palace, she couldn’t just walk away without giving some kind of explanation. That would raise too many questions.

So, she turned to her subordinates and whispered, “Follow them Stay out of sight. And bring guns. I want that bitch gone, no excuses. If she doesn’t die, you will. Got it?”

“Yes!” Her subordinates answered quickly, no hesitation in their voices. As soon as the helicopter took off, they scrambled to send out their own to follow.

Meanwhile, Tiffany leaned against the cabin wall. She could faintly make out some light ahead, like the soft glow leaking through a window. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her sigh with relief.

It meant that her vision was starting to recover, though it would take time. Tiffany was grateful for the progress, even if it was slow.

The helicopter was headed toward Lovell City, but not far behind, another helicopter was tailing them.

Odin noticed the strange movement. He wanted to report it to Kenneth, but the moment Kenneth boarded the helicopter. he passed out. The doctor on board was already working to remove the bullets and treat his wounds.

Kenneth was in bad shape. By the time they returned, the Harper family would likely be furious.

Odin scratched his head, glancing at Tiffany. He couldn’t help but feel a lingering resentment.

If it weren’t for Tiffany, Kenneth wouldn’t have made the trip to Azure Sea Royal Palace, and now his leg injury was so bad, it was unclear if there’d be any long–term damage.

Even though Tiffany still couldn’t see clearly, her other senses were picking up everything around her. The hostility was thick, and she could feel it. But she didn’t say anything.

It had already been almost three days since she had left. She couldn’t help but think about how Richard was doing.

Tiffany frowned, wishing they could hurry up and get back to Lovell City.

Meanwhile, back at Royal Bay, John–who was usually all about keeping clean–now had stubble on his chin and dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days and his mood was definitely off.

Sidney walked into the master bedroom and kicked John, who had been sleeping on the floor. “Get up,” he said, pointing to the door. “Out. It’s my shift now.”

“I’m not leaving.” John groggily sat up. He was clearly exhausted but wouldn’t back down. “What happened last night nearly killed me. I’m not leaving until Mr. Hampton wakes up.”

The night before, Richard had suffered another cardiac arrest. It had been a close call. If Sidney hadn’t reacted so fast, things could’ve gone really badly. John was still too shaken to go anywhere, so he stayed put.

Sidney looked over at the heart monitor, watching the beeping and fluctuating numbers. He swallowed back any attempts to argue.

But it didn’t feel like enough to just sit there guarding him. If Richard didn’t wake up within two days, Sidney was afraid there wouldn’t be much hope left.

He sighed as he looked down at Richard. This man, who was always so sharp, so composed, was now lying there, unconscious. His handsome face was pale, and his brows tightly furrowed even in sleep.

Turned out, even a body of steel could never withstand the betrayal of a lover.

Sidney’s expression was complicated as he turned to Garry, who was following him. “Where’s Tiffany? Where is she?” In this situation, no one could wake Richard from his deep sleep–not him, not John. Only Tiffany could’ve done that. Garry paused for a second before answering, “I heard… I heard she went on a trip.”

It was hard to believe. She had stabbed Richard with her own hands, delivering a lethal, merciless blow. Now, she was just… gone, taking off without any sign of guilt.

Sidney couldn’t quite process it at first. But John, hearing the news, just scoffed bitterly. “I really misjudged her.”

He had been the one to call her Mrs. Hampton, the one who trusted her. Now, to see her betray Richard like this—it hit hard.

No one deserved to be stabbed by someone they loved and believed in. John’s fists clenched as he punched the ground, his eyes filled with rage. It made him sick to think Richard didn’t deserve any of this.