His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0042 Then, he turned to the worried Amber with a smile and said, “Stay and take care of the guests. I’ll go with Olivia. Don’t worry.”

Amber hesitated, but she relented when she saw Alexander’s confident expression. “Well... Alright. I’ll be waiting for you here. Please hurry back.”

Alexander made no promises. With Olivia in his arms, he briskly walked away.

He did not head to the hotel room but went to the nearest elevator. At the same time, he subtly made a barely noticeable finger gesture, tapping lightly above the banquet hall.

Maxine observed Alexander’s subtle signal and felt her heart race.

This was an urgent code.

In no time, Maxine arranged for Alexander's personal fighter jet, ‘Blizzard’ to be dispatched.

Just two minutes later...

Bang! The metal barrier door on the rooftop of the Grand Dynasty Hotel was kicked open from the inside.

Alexander held the drowsy Olivia closely, white mist forming around him as beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. He was downright anxious.

Olivia’s fall on the stage was not purely due to exhaustion; it was a rare and progressive disorder autoimmune disease.

The symptoms included fluctuating body temperature, muscle weakness or pain, unsteady heart rate, fatigue, and dizziness. In this

critical moment, Alexander gave it his all, channeling a tremendous vital energy with no restraint to stabilize her heartbeat. If not for his efforts, Olivia might have lost her life.

“Your Lordship!” Maxine followed closely behind. She was shocked when she noticed the white mist coming from Alexander's body.

During the five years on the battlefield, Maxine had never seen Alexander so tense, not even when facing the enemy's best warrior. It was

apparent that Olivia was in dire condition.

“Olivia won't die.” Alexander gritted his teeth. “How much longer until the Blizzard arrives? Get Doctor Abbott to prepare for everything.

Every moment counts; we can’t afford any delays.”

Maxine shivered and swiftly took out her phone to call William Abbott, the most prominent medical expert in Wyverna. He was known for his mastery of medicine and poisons, and his medical skills were unparalleled.

About 10 minutes later...

A fighter jet adorned with a blizzard pattern took off from the rooftop of the Grand Dynasty Hotel, soaring toward the vast snowy expanse of Northern Wyverna.

Three days later, at Ol‘ Mare. “You're not lying to me, are you, Alex?”

In the bustling streets, Amber held Alexander’s wrist, obviously unconvinced about the situation. After the birthday party, he had left with Olivia and returned alone after 24 hours. Olivia was left behind for treatment, accompanied by Maxine.

She did not even know when Olivia would be cured as she was not given a timeframe.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Didn't | show you all the photos?” Alexander took out his phone and showed the photos to Amber again. “Olivia’s condition isn’t as severe as you might think. She just needs an extended period of care. Once she fully recovers, William will notify me to bring her back,”

Amber’s heart ached. In the photos, Olivia serenely laid on a transparent stone platform. She was surrounded by a warm, deep— red liquid, possibly in a specialized medical facility.

By the platform stood an elderly man with an incredibly benevolent and compassionate appearance—presumably the renowned physician Alexander mentioned, William Abbott.

“Is it really impossible for regular people to go there?” Amber looked at the photo of Olivia and became teary-eyed as she missed her precious daughter.

Amber had never been separated from Olivia for more than two days. This time, Amber had no idea when she would see Olivia again. If yearning was a form of torment, she could confidently claim she suffered every minute of it. Her longing for her daughter grew each day.

The bonds of motherhood were unbreakable.

“Don't worry.” Alexander reassured her as he gently caressed her hair, offering a calm smile.

It was not that he was not letting her go; it was simply that she truly could not.

The seemingly ordinary transparent stone platform was William’s treasured heirloom made of clear quartz. The steaming deep—

red liqui surrounding it was magma extracted by Alexander himself from an erupting volcano on a Pacific island, purified and filtered.

The alternating hot and cold environment was specially designed to treat Olivia’s fluctuating body temperature. Given time. Olivia wa

to make a full recovery.

Let alone Amber, even someone as strong as Maxine, or someone with medical skills like William would not dare linger too long in such conditions. Only Olivia, with her autoimmune disease, could safely rest there.

“Olivia will get better,” Alexander assured Amber, firmly holding her hand and looking at her tenderly. “Regarding the collaboration with the Severn Group, don’t overwork yourself. Otherwise, I'll worry...”

After comforting Amber, they walked toward the Porsche parked by the roadside. Looking at the spacious and luxurious interior of the car. Amber still felt like it was a dream.

More accurately, the events of the last few days had given her a surreal feeling.

“Alex, were you really in the military in the past five years?”

“Of course. Why would | lie to you about something like that?” Alexander chuckled.

Amber did not quite know how to express her thoughts. In the last couple of days, she had indeed been thoroughly impressed by Alexander.

The car roared to life and sped down the highway. Before they knew it, they were about to arrive at Belmont Hills.