Chapter 4 They Had Abducted The Wrong Person

Did a miracle just happen?

Everyone in the room looked as if they had witnessed the impossible.

No, it was as if they had seen God.

The doctors, who had previously declared the patient beyond help, looked as though they wanted to bow down to Marissa in reverence!

Connor was overjoyed.

Only Marissa remained calm and concentrated, continuing to massage and press various points on Arabella's body.

Ten minutes later, Arabella's blood pressure and heart rate stabilized.

Although Arabella hadn't regained consciousness, her breathing was regular, and her skin color was returning to normal.

The person declared dead was now in stable condition!

"How... she...?" Lorna stuttered, pointing at Marissa, her words trailing off in disbelief.

Everyone had labeled Miss Nash as dumb. When had she developed such extraordinary medical abilities?

The esteemed doctors in the room felt both humiliated and ashamed.

The lead doctor couldn't resist asking, "Miss Nash, from whom did you learn your medical skills?"

"I picked it up from acupuncture books and just replicated what I read," Marissa answered, making up a simple explanation to avoid any complications, given everyone in the room was now thinking she was another woman.

This response shattered the earlier sense of wonder in the room.

Who would seriously attempt to treat someone as critical as Arabella with basic acupuncture techniques learned from books?

This woman must be out of her mind.

She had simply struck it incredibly lucky today!

Ignoring the mixed reactions from the crowd, Marissa meticulously gathered her silver needles.

Large beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks-she was completely exhausted.

The effects of the Dreamweed had weakened her, and she hadn't rested at all. Instead, she endured rough handling by Connor that nearly crushed her.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand gently wipe the sweat from her cheek. Marissa turned her head, only to see it was Connor.

His eyes conveyed a deep sense of gratitude, almost as if he was trying to soften her with his look.

Feeling uneasy with such closeness, Marissa quickly stepped away.

"Mr. Daniels, can we talk?"

"You look exhausted. Rest now. We can talk later, once you've had some sleep," Connor suggested, his voice unexpectedly tender, mirroring the softness in his eyes.

Realizing how exhausted she truly was, Marissa agreed to his suggestion.

Before leaving, she asked, "Could I have my phone back, please?"

Connor paused for a brief moment, then swiftly pulled her phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

Marissa accepted her phone and followed the servant out.

The night had deepened outside, the sky hinting at an impending rainstorm.

Marissa was led to a guest room in an adjacent building and immediately checked her messages.

Derek and she had planned to go back to their hometown the next day to get married. With her phone off for so long, he must have been incredibly worried.

Sure enough, after three hours without her phone, it was bombarded with notifications.

Over a hundred missed calls and dozens of texts greeted her, all from Derek.

Marissa gave a wry smile and quickly texted Derek to reassure him that she would meet him at the train station as planned at noon the next day.

The wedding date couldn't be changed. Before meeting Derek, she needed to divorce Connor.

He had turned what was supposed to be her first marriage into her second, and she was determined to make him regret it.

All she needed now was a good night's rest, and then she would set things right!

With that resolve, she climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep.

In a small conference room in the same building, tension filled the atmosphere.

Domenic Wells, Connor's trusted assistant, stood before him, delivering his report with due respect.

"Mr. Daniels, the young woman's name is Marissa Nash, 22 years old, originally from a small village in Adagend. She owns a small flower shop on Vintage Street. Her family's financial struggles forced her to drop out of school shortly after beginning high school to start working, contributing to family expenses. She left her village at fifteen, wandered through various towns, and settled in Blebert only last year. As a young woman on her own who earns a decent income, she's the subject of various nasty rumors back in her village. Essentially, her reputation isn't stellar."

While saying this, Domenic had already prepared himself for any harsh punishment.

The intended bride from the Nash family had fled from her marriage to Connor, and he, under orders, had searched the entire city, ending up at a small flower shop on Vintage Street. Regrettably, they had abducted the wrong person!

The two women merely shared a resemblance and the same surname, Nash.

This mistake had landed his boss in a significant predicament.

Though the actual bride, whom Arabella had approved of, was despised by Connor, she had a suitable social standing.

But now, the new "Mrs. Daniels" was nothing more than a high school dropout with a questionable background from a tiny village!

This was a blow to his boss' dignity!

If this village girl attempted to blackmail them or refuse to let go of Connor, he feared that even sacrificing his life would not be enough to atone for this mistake.

"Mr. Daniels, I have failed in my responsibilities and am prepared to face whatever punishment you deem necessary!"

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Connor remained silent for a long time, repeatedly examining the brand-new marriage certificate.

Then, suddenly, he got up and moved towards the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the clouded sky. He opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something.