Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 1035

Chapter 1035:

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“What happened to the others?”

“Relax. They’re recovering in nearby rooms. No lives were lost—aside from the traitor who planted the bombs,” Rhys replied with detached calm.

Honestly, Ritchie was now confined to a wheelchair, Bart was unresponsive, and the others fared better, with fractures being their worst outcomes.

Harlee remained in critical condition, and Rhys hadn’t had the heart to deliver the full truth to her just yet.

When Harlee heard that the others were alive, she exhaled deeply, a flicker of relief crossing her face.

“Have they found the traitor?”

Harlee had spent five days in intensive care and another two recovering in a standard room. Though frail, her calm demeanor and casual tone made it seem as if she were inquiring about the weather.

“Yes, it was part of the first group sent over to Matteo’s base as undercover agents,” Rhys replied, his voice icy as he mentioned them. If those turncoats hadn’t planted the bomb and conspired with Matteo’s men, Harlee and her group could have held on until he arrived with reinforcements.

Harlee wouldn’t have been shot, Ritchie wouldn’t have lost mobility, Bart wouldn’t have succumbed to a vegetative state, and the rest would’ve escaped with minor injuries.

Still weak, Harlee failed to notice Rhys’ growing frustration. She whispered, her voice trembling, “Rhys… Thank you for saving me.”

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“Thank me? I thought you were convinced you could take on a hundred people by yourself!” Her gratitude seemed to have struck a nerve as Rhys, seated nearby, shot her a sharp look. Sarcasm dripped from his tone, masking the concern beneath. Only God knew how much it had pained him to watch her recklessly charge into danger, fists against bullets, with no regard for her life.

Harlee, sensing the weight of his words, closed her eyes in silent remorse.

Fine, let him rant—her quietness was a truce of sorts.

“Do you even realize how grim it was back then…” Rhys rambled on, but Harlee only latched onto a single detail.

A week? She had been unconscious for an entire week? Her foggy mind suddenly sharpened, and her gaze darted around the unfamiliar room.

“Where… Where are we?” Rhys, realizing she hadn’t been paying attention, scowled in annoyance. Why was she always like this? Exhaling, he rubbed his temple and finally muttered, “We’re back home. I know you hate staying overseas, so once you left the ICU, I had Tonya handle your transfer.”

Tonya? How did Rhys even know about Tonya’s medical skills? Harlee’s pallid face grew determined as she struggled upright. Though the effort sent pain radiating through her body, she refused to cry out.

Rhys reached out to steady her, but she moved too quickly, leaving his hand hovering in midair.

Although her complexion and lips turned ashen from the agony, she refused to make a sound. She clenched her jaw to endure the pain, speaking only after the chill of perspiration soaked her back.

Her voice was tight.

“How did you figure out Tonya knows medicine?”

Rhys mentioned the time he’d taken a bullet for Harlee. Though unconscious then, his mind had remained sharp enough to eavesdrop on her conversation with Tonya, where he learned Tonya’s hidden expertise.

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