?Chapter 3:


    The moment Marissa spoke, all attention shifted to her. Connor, deep in grief, seemed to only now remember her presence, turning his head sharply toward her with fierce anger in his eyes


    Marissa instinctively took a step back, feeling as if she was walking dangerously on the edge of a knife. “Isn’t that the runaway bride from the Nash family?” “How dare she show her face here?” The crowd looked at her with evident disdain. Marissa felt like prey surrounded by a pack of wolves. Cautiously, she asked Connor, “May I see Mrs. Daniels? Perhaps I could be of some help.”


    “What?!” Everyone was shocked. Lorna let out a sharp, mockingugh and said, “Miss Nash, are you out of your mind? Everyone knows you never finished high school. When did you be a medical expert?”


    Marissa ignored the cutting remark. Her focus was solely on trying to save a life, and she pleaded with Connor, “Since the doctors have given up, what harm is there in letting me try? Things can’t get much worse.”


    The medical team was outraged. How could they let a notorious rich girl, dered a failure by her own family, overturn their death deration? The Daniels family members were also seething with anger. This woman, who had disgraced them by fleeing the wedding, now had the audacity to step in upon Arabe’s death. Everyone expected Connor to demand this lunatic be thrown out


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    Unexpectedly, the fierce anger in Connor’s eyes faded. He continued to stare at Marissa’s face, leaving the room in suspense about his thoughts. Neil, unable to contain his anger, mmed the table and said, “How can we let this ignorant girl meddle? Throw her out now!”


    The bodyguards, anticipating thismand, started to approach Marissa to escort her away. “Who daresy a finger on my woman?!” Suddenly, Connor’s voice rang out, stopping everyone in their tracks


    Everyone was stunned. Connor’smanding presence filled the room, leaving no room for defiance. Even the troublemakers, Neil and Lorna, were forced to remain silent. With a singlemand, Connor had taken control of the situation. He then took Marissa by the hand and led her to the bedside, simply saying, “Please.”


    No one dared to question the decision of the head of the family. Marissa started to examine Arabe’s body. Given that she had not fully regained her strength and had been roughly choked by Connor three times, her hands shook noticeably, making her examination seem clumsy


    This clumsiness was misinterpreted negatively by the onlookers. They assumed she knew nothing about medicine; she was merely seeking attention and was visibly nervous. There had always been many women trying to garner Connor’s attention with dramatic gestures. But for Marissa to use Arabe as a part of her scheme was unprecedented. She had previously convinced Arabe to agree to her and Connor’s marriage, showing some cunning. But now, with Arabe gone, did she really think she could revive the dead? Such a thought was pure insanity! Everyone watched Marissa intently. They were eager to see her make a fool of herself, expecting Connor to throw her out and the downfall of the Nash family alongside her


    Marissa paid them no mind. After finishing her examination, she paused in thought for a moment before pulling out her acupuncture kit. Upon seeing the kit, the doctors scoffed, and the observers mocked her even more. They had anticipated some sophisticated medical intervention, but she resorted to acupuncture, which many regarded as mere folklore. Arabe’s heart had stopped functioning; not even surgery could save her, and Marissa thought a few needles would revive her? Connor must be out of his mind to allow her to treat Arabe. Arabe was so revered. How could Marissa be permitted to mess with her body? It was a disrespect to her! Yet, Connor did not intervene, so no one dared openly criticize her actions


    Marissa sterilized the silver needles and started positioning them at strategic points on Arabe’s body. Her increasing weakness caused her hands to tremble more visibly, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The spectators, noticing her shaky hands, were both anxious and terrified, witnessing the positioning of each needle


    When the first needle was inserted, there was no change. The second needle followed, and still, no response. By the ninth needle, there was still no sign of any miracle. At that point, the onlookers could no longer restrain themselves


    “Stop!” Neil shouted furiously. “You have some nerve, trying to deceive us! Do you think we’re fools? Using Arabe’s body for your scheme—you must be tired of living!” Everyone red at Marissa, furious and ready to tear apart this woman who they believed disrespected Arabe. Even the usually gentle Glenn appeared unusually grim. “Connor, are you really going to let this woman continue with her antics?”


    But Connor did not stop Marissa. Instead, he yelled, “Everyone, be quiet!” Marissa breathed a sigh of relief. She had only one needle left. If Connor had sumbed to the crowd’s influence and halted her, all her efforts would have been for nothing


    Connor’s authoritative presence shut down the opposing voices once more, but the room felt heavier with all that pent-up anger lurking beneath the surface. With the room’s full attention on her, Marissa positioned the final, tenth needle. As she did, Arabe abruptly inhaled a breath of air. She was alive!


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