Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 344: Brain Hemorrhage

Chapter 344: Brain Hemorrhage

Just as the teacher lunged toward Ella again, a commanding voice cut through the chaos, "Stop! Police!"

But the man was too far gone in his rage to care. As a police officer quickly pulled Ella aside, the teacher’s knife slashed toward someone else who had stepped forward to intercept him.

"Back off!" the man snarled, wrestling with the teacher. He was fierce and relentless, clearly determined to protect Ella.

Ella’s eyes widened in shock as she realized who it was—Henry. She had only notified Chief Taylor, expecting him to discreetly send backup. How did Henry end up here? Had he been following her?

The teacher’s knife was knocked out of his grip as Henry and he locked together, struggling intensely. Just as two more officers rushed over, Henry and the teacher tumbled down the escalator in a violent roll.

"Henry!" Ella shouted, horrified. Everything had been planned, yet Henry had thrown himself into the middle, getting injured for her again.

At the base of the escalator, the officers detained the teacher, snapping cold handcuffs onto his wrists. But Henry lay motionless on the floor, wincing in pain as he tried to open his eyes. When he saw Ella’s anxious face, he forced a faint smile, relief and a sense of purpose visible in his gaze. She was safe; that was all that mattered.

"Henry, are you okay?" Ella’s face was pale as she pressed her hand against the bleeding wound on his arm, trying to stop the flow.

Henry’s smile lingered, but his expression grew apologetic. "I’m... fine... just... glad... you’re..." His words faltered, and he shuddered, his eyes clouding with regret. His face seemed drained, shadowed by a tragic sense of finality as his eyelids closed.

Ella trembled as she tried to lift him, but she didn’t have the strength to move him on her own. "Henry, please... are you hurt badly? Someone, get him to a hospital!" she cried, her voice unsteady as she called out to the police officers.

The officers rushed over, noting the likely head injury from the intense fall. Brain trauma was a possibility, and such an injury could mean anything from severe impairment to even death.

Ella watched, frozen in horror, as they lifted Henry onto a stretcher and hurried him outside. She tried to follow, but her legs felt weak, heavy. The familiar dread surged within her—why did she seem to owe him again?

She had set this up perfectly, confident she could handle the teacher without putting anyone else at risk. Her plan would have not only protected herself but also secured a conviction for the teacher’s assault, neutralizing him as a future threat.

She sensed that someone was using the teacher’s hatred for her as a weapon, and her instincts were spot on. The man was a ticking time bomb, and keeping him unchecked was dangerous.

But why did Henry have to involve himself?

There was no time for answers now. If he had suffered a brain injury... the consequences could be devastating—he could face anything from permanent disability to death, or, at best, life as a shell of himself.

"Miss Davis, are you alright? Do you need assistance?" one of the officers who had escorted the teacher down asked softly.

Taking a deep breath, Ella managed to steady herself. "No, thank you. I have to get to the hospital. I’ll come by later to give my statement."

With that, she forced her legs to move, stumbling slightly as she rushed to catch up with the ambulance outside.

In the hospital, Ella sat on a chair in the hallway, staring blankly at the illuminated light above the emergency room. Despite the warmth of the day, she felt an icy chill through her entire body. She leaned against the chair, feeling utterly drained.

Eric and Lauren arrived in a rush. Dressed in his signature black suit, Eric exuded an air of authority and calm, his expression a mix of concern and anger. His eyes, dark and intense, softened only when he looked down at Ella.

In an instant, he was by her side, gripping her hands tightly. "How could something like this happen without you telling me beforehand?"

Ella’s gaze faltered under his, feeling the weight of guilt. "I... I thought I could handle it myself, but... I didn’t expect him to show up out of nowhere."

Eric’s jaw clenched, his expression steely. He sat beside her, pulling her close. "He’s going to be fine."

Lauren, meanwhile, sat silently nearby, her face etched with worry as she stared at the emergency room door. She watched as Eric comforted Ella, the man she had quietly admired for so long, who loved her best friend. The contrast of her emotions—admiration and jealousy—made her heart ache.

Eric leaned closer to Ella, his voice low. "Promise me, no matter what, you’ll tell me first next time, okay? If something ever happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself for not being there to protect you."

Ella’s chest tightened with emotion, and she nodded. "I... I promise."

"Now, tell me what happened," Eric asked, his tone laced with anger. "This so-called teacher—who is this dog of a man?"

Watching his anger flare on her behalf, Ella bowed her head and gave him a quick recount of the events. "Don’t worry. I’ve already taken measures; the girl is under watch. John can handle the rest. I don’t have it in me right now."

Eric nodded, his tone softening as he replied, "I’ll call John, make sure he digs into this. There’s no way that teacher went after you without someone pulling the strings."

Eric stepped out to the balcony, making the call to John before returning to sit beside Ella, holding her hand in silent support.

Minutes turned into hours, each passing second stretching Ella’s nerves thin. The wait was excruciating. She couldn’t help but remember Eric’s near-death experience defending her, and a deep sense of guilt settled over her. Those close to her seemed to live lives filled with chaos—Henry, Chloe, and now even Eric.

Just then, James arrived, glancing anxiously from Eric to Ella. "How’s Henry... Is he alright?"

Eric’s response was sharp, his gaze cold. "You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

James fell silent, guilt shadowing his face. His son had nearly been assassinated in Country W, and he’d barely shown any concern. Now that Henry was no longer truly his son, he still couldn’t stop himself from coming to check.

In the disinfectant-scented hallway, Ella felt weak and worn, the wait becoming almost unbearable.

Suddenly, the emergency room doors opened. A nurse emerged and asked, "Who here is a family member?"

James immediately stepped forward. "I am."

The nurse held out a document. "Your son has suffered a brain hemorrhage and may require surgery. Without it, there’s a risk of paralysis. Please review and sign this consent form immediately."

Hearing the words "brain hemorrhage," Ella’s heart sank. The impact had indeed caused internal bleeding, and even with surgery, there was no guarantee he’d fully recover.