Chapter 905 Being Tailed
Dr. Zigheart nodded and took his leave, intending to consult with Hera’s attending physician and begin preparations for her discharge in the next two days. As soon as he left, Xavier carefully lowered Hera’s cast, while Alexandre stepped out to borrow a wheelchair.
When he returned, Xavier was already helping Hera sit at the edge of the bed. Hera winced as a sharp tug pulled at her side, but despite the discomfort, she remained determined to go outside. Xavier, torn between concern and resignation, let out a helpless sigh and chose to support her wishes.
Taking turns, Xavier and Alexandre wheeled Hera out to the hospital garden. The sky was overcast, and a chilly breeze rustled the trees. Thankfully, Xavier had brought a blanket, which he gently laid across Hera’s lap to keep her warm.
They continued to push her gently around the garden. The area was lively, patients strolled along the paths, some accompanied by nurses or caretakers, others by their families. Hera watched them quietly, a soft smile playing on her lips.
The breeze brushed against her skin, refreshing and calming. After feeling cooped up in her hospital room for so long, the open air gave her a much-needed sense of relief. It helped soothe her mind.
She looked up, then reached out with her uninjured arm to grasp Xavier’s hand beside her. Her fingers curled around his, and she smiled sweetly. "Brother Vier... thank you," she said, her voice full of warmth. Then, with a playful chuckle, she stuck out her tongue mischievously.
She was truly grateful. She had seen how sincere he was with his emotions, how much it pained him to see her suffer. At first, she might have thought of Xavier and the others as tools to achieve her goals.
But now, things had changed. They had carved a place in her heart. She couldn’t deny it anymore; she had fallen for them. How could she not? They were kind, genuine, strong, and capable. Who wouldn’t be moved by men like them?
Then there was Alexandre. Hera had mixed feelings about him. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry; he seemed so determined to stay by her side. But deep down, she knew they’d be leaving in two days, and she couldn’t afford to be softhearted. Letting something bloom between them might only end up hurting him, especially if his feelings were just a side effect of her female lead halo.
She looked up at him, intending to speak, though her movement was limited. Alexandre noticed her attempt and quietly stepped closer, crouching beside her so their eyes could meet.