Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

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“Thank you, Miss Kelley. We’re counting on yea, Christopher with a deep how, her eyes filled with hope and desperation.

It was striking to see such humility from the butler of a family at the very top, yet here was Christopher, treating her with such her lingering doubts

powerful as the Coopers. Their wealth and influence were spect. It left a favorable impression on Tiffany and eased

She had briefly questioned whether there was anything suspicious about the Coopers or Daniel himself, but now shu realized she was overthinking. With that settled, her focus returned to treating Daniel.

On the surface. Daniel appeared weak, with a chaotic pulse and heartbeat. However, it wasn’t due to poisoning or which made diagnosing him incredibly challenging.

Tiffany initially planned to return the next day to continue her assessment, but Christopher persuaded her to stay. “Mr. Cooper’s condition usually worsens at night. If you’re here, we might be able to figure out what’s causing it sooner

His reasoning was sound, so Tiffany agreed.

Relieved, Christopher smiled and quickly arranged a guest room for her. Watching the elderly butler rush off with such excitement made Tiffany rub her temples.

Did he really need to be that overjoyed? Tiffany thought.

What she thought would be a straightforward case was proving more complicated than she had anticipated. It was no wonder the Coopers had sought her after so many renowned doctors had failed.

A servant led Tiffany to a guest room beside Daniel’s. If anything happened during the night, she could reach him quickly.

“Thank you,” Tiffany said as she stepped inside.

The room was impeccably prepared, with fresh linens and a luxurious yet understated design. Tiffany walked to the window and gazed out at the sprawling Cooper estate. Nestled between the mountains and the river, the manor exuded tranquility and beauty, a perfect retreat.

From the corner of her eye, Tiffany noticed Daniel on the balcony of his adjacent room. Daniel sat in his wheelchair, a book in hand, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. His white shirt accentuated his pale complexion and noble bearing. while the gentle breeze tousled his soft hair.

Tiffany found herself staring, mesmerized. Suddenly, Daniel looked up, meeting her gaze with a calm intensity. A small, effortless smile graced his lips, his features as striking as a god’s

Startled, Tiffany blinked and quickly nodded in acknowledgment before drawing the curtains.

The rest of the afternoon passed as Tiffany studied potential treatments for Daniel

“This herb’s effects are too strong. It might do more harm than good. No, this one won’t work either,” Tiffany muttered as she crossed options off her list. Ultimately, she concluded that she needed to observe his condition when it worsened.

Night fell, and the manor’s lights sparkled like fallen stars against the dark valley. Tiffany sat by the wildow, watching the distant city lights while stifling a yawn.

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June had returned to Lama–Villa earlier to handle an influx of visitors secking treatment. Left alone, Tiffany began to feel sleepy. As her eyes drifted shut, an unsettling dream surfaced.

In the dream, Richard signed the divorce papers without hesitation and left with Jennic.

Tiffany jolted awake, her chest heavy with lingering sadness. Even though it was just a dream, the oppressive feeling refused to fade.

Tiffany wondered if her dreams were a premonition of what was to come.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something breaking in the next room.

‘Was Daniel’s condition acting up?‘ Tiffany thought.

Tiffany didn’t hesitate. She left her room and headed to his. Strangely, the corridor was silent. None of the servants or even Christopher appeared to investigate.

At the door, she knocked. “Mr. Cooper, can you open the door?”

There was no response. On her third knock, the lock clicked, and the door opened. The door was installed with high–tech technology that allowed it to be opened remotely.

Inside, the room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight streaming through the window. Tiffany spotted Daniel’s wheelchair overturned on the floor but Daniel was nowhere in sight.

Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat. Just as she reached for the light switch, a hoarse voice stopped her. “Don’t turn on the lights.”

“Why not?” she asked, pausing mid–motion.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” Daniel said weakly. “I look terrible.”

Tiffany chuckled softly. “I don’t care about that. I’m here to treat you.”

Ignoring his protest, she turned on the lights.

Tiffany looked again and saw Daniel slumped against the bed. Unable to move his legs, the wheelchair had tipped over, and he couldn’t stand. Despite his condition, he looked unexpectedly attractive.

His messy hair and chiseled features were still striking, his long eyelashes casting a shadow over his face. His skin was pale, and even his once–pink lips had turned slightly colorless. Far from being as bad as he’d claimed, he had a strange, almost delicate beauty.

Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.

Shaking off her thoughts, Tiffany focused on her task. She approached him, took his pulse, and asked, “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” he replied.

“Is it always like you’re burning all over?”

Tiffany frowned, noting Daniel’s pulse and heartbeat were more chaotic than before.

Tiffany reached out to check his forehead but stopped when she caught his intense gaze.

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