Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“We’re heading to the hospital first,” Romeo declared, starting the car.
“No need,” Mirabella insisted, her insides feeling as if they were being ruthlessly torn apart by an invisible force, clinging to Romeo’s shirt, “I have the antidote there.”
Understanding her, Romeo didn’t forget to command his men to take Edith for treatment before they left.
“Hang in there.”
The Bugatti Veyron roared down the road.
Mirabella managed a smile, “Relax, I won’t die.”
Seeing her feigning strength, Romeo’s heart ached even more.
He gripped her hand tightly, overwhelmed with concern, “I couldn’t reach you, knew you and Jack went to the auction, feared for your safety. I called Jack, learned you were missing, then tracked the surveillance footage and found out you handed over your phone before getting in the car.”
“So you came all this way for me?” Mirabella noted his speed was even faster than she had expected.
“Who’s behind it?” Romeo glanced at her, asking.
“Yolanda,” Mirabella’s pale smile emerged, “With Demetrius and Olga gone, she’s out for revenge.”
At that moment, Romeo’s phone rang. It was his men calling.The call automatically connected to the car system, and the voice of his subordinate filled the car.
Hearing her voice, the subordinate promptly responded with respect, “Yes, Ms. Bella.” Romeo, noticing Mirabella’s complexion growing paler, sped up to get her back to Reflections Villa.
The entire Collins household was in shock as they saw Bella’s blood-soaked clothes.
“Bella, my darling girl.” Louisa was distraught with worry, “What happened?”
Mirabella looked grievously hurt, her body weak and fragile.
“Bella’s been poisoned. Her antidote is upstairs—I need to take her now and I’ll fill you in later,” Romeo said urgently, scooping the girl into his arms and rushing up the stairs to lay her on the bed in her spacious bedroom.
Mirabella’s room was large, complete with a walk-in closet and various sections for different uses.
One area featured a wall of cabinets where she stored an assortment of medicines.
“Start from the left, first shelf, third compartment. There’s a small clear bottle with white pills. Crush half of one into some water,” Mirabella instructed weakly.
Romeo swiftly did as told.
“Now, first shelf, seventh compartment on the bottom left, there’s a white bottle with light green capsules. Take two out and mix the powder into the water.”
He followed her instructions to the letter.
After a few more medicines were combined, Romeo brought the medicated warm water to Mirabella, who unexpectedly coughed up another mouthful of blood.
With a pang of distress, he wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and gently fed her the concoction, dampening her lips in the process. He tenderly cleaned them with a soft touch.
“Find me a clean set of clothes. After I rest, I’ll change myself.”
He went to the closet and picked out a comfortable set of loungewear for her.
“I need to rest for a bit. You should go out.”Romeo obediently stepped outside, understanding that Mirabella needed time to recover her strength.
“How is she? Is Bella doing better?” Louisa fretted from outside the door. Seeing Romeo emerge, she quickly asked, “Should we take her to the hospital? Is it serious?”
“Bella has her medicine. She just took it and said she’ll be fine after some rest,” Romeo said softly.
“What about all the blood on her?” Louisa probed further.
“It was from the poisoning—she vomited blood.”
“Worried she couldn’t handle it alone, I’ve already called President Barton. He’s on his way.” Kenneth explained, wanting to ensure Mirabella’s safety with the presence of someone as seasoned as Barton.
“Who did this to her?” Louisa couldn’t help but press for an answer.
Romeo recounted the whole ordeal in detail, leaving Kenneth and Mary seething with anger.
“That Yolanda. We spared her life once, and she dares to retaliate like this.” Louisa was livid. “Where is she now? I’ll go sort her out myself, to avenge Bella!”
“I’m coming with you!” Kenneth was outraged that Yolanda would dare harm his daughter. He was ready to make sure she got what she deserved.
“Let’s wait till Bella has settled the score with her,” Romeo suggested.Gritting her teeth, Louisa resolved, “We’ll deal with her later!”
When President Barton arrived, he checked Mirabella’s pulse and was relieved to find her condition stabilizing. Such resilience went beyond the ordinary—Mirabella was no normal girl.
“Was the poison that strong?” Louisa asked, her heart aching even more.
Louisa’s heart ached even more as she considered the pain her daughter had endured.
“How did she bear it? Twice the agony. That must have been excruciating.”
Upon hearing this, Romeo felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, the pain so intense that it left him breathless.
Mirabella had been enduring such soul-tearing pain, chatting with him nonchalantly and even comforting him in return.
That damn Yolanda, he wanted to skin her alive and pull out her tendons right then and there.
“All these years, Mirabella’s been used to handling everything on her own. But she forgets she’s only nineteen after the New Year’s, still just a child.” President Barton found himself fighting back tears.
“She needs to rest more from now on, and stick to a light diet.”
“Thank you, Mr. Barton, for making the trip,” Louisa said gratefully. “I’ve had some late-night snacks prepared. Please, have something to eat before you consider heading back.”
“No, I must be going, but thank you for your kindness. There’s something important I need to attend to.”
President Barton gestured to the blood analysis results he was holding, indicating, “With these results and the antidote Bella concocted, I’ve got a lead on the poison she was afflicted with. Next, I need to find the person researching this poison.”
Such a potent poison should never have found its way to the market, into the hands of the unscrupulous.
The researcher behind this poison, are they simply after money, or could they be connected to the puppet master that the kid has been investigating.Following this lead could offer some assistance.
“The antidote the kid prepared is spot on, not too much, not too little. Rest assured, she’s pulled through.”
“Thank you so much.” Louisa personally saw him to the door.
At one in the morning, Mirabella’s room remained closed.
“I hope she’s alright.” Louisa couldn’t help but worry.
“Mr. Barton said she’s made it through, she just needs rest due to her weakened state.” Kenneth started, then turned to Romeo, who was sitting on the living room couch. “Romeo, I’ve had some snacks prepared. Go have something to eat and then rest in the guest room.”
Romeo, seated on the second-floor couch, directly opposite Mirabella’s room, would be the first to see her if she emerged.
“Mr. Kenneth, I’m not hungry,” Romeo said, his voice grounded with concern. “You all go rest. Once Bella wakes up, I’ll keep her company.”
“But.”
“I’m not tired,” Romeo explained. “I won’t be able to sleep until I see Bella come out. You both have been worried sick all night; you should rest first. Plus, you’ll need your strength to deal with Yolanda later.”
Eventually, Kenneth and Louisa let themselves be persuaded, heading downstairs while instructing that the snacks be brought up for Romeo.But Romeo didn’t touch the food, his gaze fixed on the girl’s door, as he pulled out his phone and issued some orders.
Past six in the morning, Mirabella opened her door, and Romeo quickly stood up. “Feeling better?”
She hadn’t expected him to have kept vigil all night.
It was impossible not to be moved.
His eyes showed traces of red, yet his gaze remained deep and devoted. Romeo stepped forward and embraced her, his voice tinged with distress, “Are you still in pain?”
Fresh from her shower, Mirabella’s scent was a breath of spring, her soft cheeks begging for another kiss.
“Don’t mind his ramblings,” Mirabella said with a light chuckle. “It’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”
“I know you’re hurting,” Romeo murmured, holding her close. “How are you feeling now? Any dizziness? Any pain?”
“It’s all gone.”
“Melton’s girl, the one you mentioned, is locked up at the station.”
“Mhm.” Mirabella glanced at him. “There are some clothes for you in the walk-in. Go take a shower, get some rest.”
“I’m not tired,” Romeo whispered, caressing her face.
“You still need to rest.” Mirabella led him to the walk-in wardrobe, where she kept a cabinet full of clothes she had sewn for him when she had spare time, using nothing but fabric and a small sewing machine.
She handed him a set of cozy loungewear.
Romeo was touched and surprised to find she had secretly made so many garments for him. “Can I take all of these with me when I leave later?”
“Some aren’t finished yet,” Mirabella replied with a soft smile. “But you can take the completed ones.”
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