Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1100:

“Mr. Green, I’m Christopher,” Christopher said, his voice shaky with unease.

Meanwhile, Tonya stayed in the background, keenly observing every subtle shift in Rhys’ demeanor and committing them to memory.

Though stripped of his past, Rhys’ instincts remained intact. Surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar setting, his reaction was minimal.

His outward calm betrayed only the faintest flicker of unease. The rest of his emotions lay buried beneath a detached exterior.noveldrama

Since regaining consciousness, Rhys had been on guard.

Beneath the covers, his hand gripped a concealed bat, prepared for any sudden threat.

As Christopher and Jose approached again, Rhys’ expression darkened. Tightening his hold on the bat, he snarled, “I don’t know you. Stay back!”

Christopher and Jose froze, their faces etched with quiet sorrow. They seemed on the verge of speaking, but no words came out.

Tonya recognized the warning signs of Rhys’ growing agitation. Stepping between them, she gently urged Jose and Christopher to retreat.

“Give him space. Pressuring him will only make things worse.”

Neither Christopher nor Jose replied, though the emotion in their eyes was unmistakable.

After Rhys’ diagnosis had been confirmed, Harlee had already shed countless tears in Tonya’s arms. Now, her composure had returned.

“At least he’s still here. We don’t have to count the seconds anymore,” Harlee said softly. Rhys was alive—that was all that mattered.

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Harlee understood that recovery would take time. She turned to the others.

“Let’s give him some space. Tonya can handle the rest for now.”

Jose lingered for a moment, his gaze filled with unspoken emotion. With a weary sigh, he finally left the room.

Christopher, fighting back tears, quietly followed behind him.

The bedroom door clicked shut from the outside.

“Are you a doctor?” Rhys kept his guard up, his posture tense.

With a nonchalant look, Tonya replied, “Can’t you tell?”

Lately, her demeanor had been strictly professional, a departure from her typically more laid-back approach with patients.

Rhys questioned her with a cold tone, “What’s your plan for me now?”

“I’m here to treat you. I can’t just watch my best friend lose someone who adores her dearly,” Tonya explained while adjusting her medical equipment.

“Your best friend?” Rhys furrowed his brow in confusion.

Her best friend? Someone who loved her? Could that be him?

“Harlee,” Tonya replied clearly.

“She’s been through a lot and gained plenty.

As her friend, I only wish for her gains to continue.”

The mention of “Harlee” sent a sharp pang through Rhys’ heart.

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