Lumina was rushed to the nearest hospital.
After a thorough examination, the doctor finally gave his verdict. “It’s just a normal period. No need to panic.”
Cedric stood by her bedside, his tone low and serious. “How could a period make someone faint?”
The doctor replied, “Judging from her condition, she suffers from severe cramps, probably every month. This time, she must have eaten a lot of cold foods, and with all the stress she’s been under, the pain was much worse. I’ll prescribe her some medicine to warm her stomach and protect her uterus. If she takes it on time, she’ll recover just fine.”
Cedric mulled over the words for a moment, then nodded faintly.
When the doctor left the room and returned to his office, he immediately picked up the phone and called Yadiel.
“How is she?” Yadiel, who had been reading in his study, jolted upright when he heard the news, his eyes wide with worry.
“She and the babies are both fine. She just got very emotional and started bleeding. I told him it was her period to cover for her. Thankfully, you let me know in advance, and it happened to be my night shift. Otherwise, I’m not sure I could’ve kept this hidden.”
“Thank you, really. I owe you one,” Yadiel said, relief flooding his face.
...
Lumina drifted into a long, uneasy dream.
In it, she stood before the gates of the Jardin family estate. The names she had once carved on the door, the swing in the yard, the ball on the grass, the drawings on the wall—all of it had vanished.
It was as if every trace of her had been erased from the place she once called home.
The front door creaked open, and her mother appeared, holding her new daughter in her arms. Lumina screamed and sobbed, but no sound came from her throat. She reached out, desperate to grab hold of them, but her fingers passed right through their bodies. She couldn’t touch them—couldn’t reach them at all.
Behind her, her brother’s cold, accusing voice rang out: “Lumina, this is what you deserve! I was good to you, and you dragged me down to hell!”
“I’ll pull you into hell with me. You’ll never escape, never be reborn!”
Xenon wasn’t sure why she seemed so anxious, but he opened a drawer and handed her the file.
Lumina rifled through the pages, her eyes scanning the doctor’s notes about period pain as a cover story.
She breathed a little easier. Yadiel was still looking out for her.
When her gaze landed on the last line—“No serious concerns, she’ll be fine”—scrawled in the doctor’s hurried handwriting, she finally felt the weight in her chest lift.
“Ms. Jardin, are you feeling alright?” Xenon asked gently.
Lumina shook her head, still looking pale and fragile, her expression making it hard to feel reassured. “Where’s Cedric?”
“Mr. Royce stayed by your side all night. He had a meeting this morning, so he left early, but he made sure to tell me to look after you.”
Xenon smiled. “You lost a lot of blood while you were unconscious. Mr. Royce helped the nurses change your sheets and your clothes, brought water to clean you up, and even got the doctor to prescribe ointment for the tearing. He applied it for you himself…”

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