On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 166

Rebecca passed out from the alcohol. With great effort, Jessica managed to get her into the bedroom and onto the bed. After cleaning her up as best she could, Jessica returned to the living room and sat on the sofa in a daze.

The world was a strange, unpredictable place. Everyone in The Kensington knew that Jessica Brown and Rebecca Jones were archenemies. They had despised each other since they were children, competing over everything. Whenever a family in their circle hosted a party, they had to be seated at separate tables; otherwise, while the adults were chatting pleasantly, the two girls would be kicking each other under the table.

Now, these two lifelong rivals were reduced to this—huddled together, finding solace in their shared misery.

Jessica didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

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At the George Estate, Bryan rushed into Arthur George’s study. “Mr. George, it’s bad! George’s fever is dangerously high and won’t break.”

Arthur shot up from his chair, then, after a brief pause, he snorted and sat back down. “He’s so tough, isn’t he? Let’s see just how tough his bones are. Leave him be.”

“Arthur, you can’t!” Bryan cried out. “What if the fever damages his brain? Where would we find another heir as brilliant as him? Arthur, even if you don’t care about him, I do! I’ve served you my whole life and never once disobeyed you, but on this, I must insist. I’m calling a doctor for him!”

Bryan turned and hurried out.

Arthur stared at his retreating back, his lips tightening as a flicker of worry crossed his eyes.

Nathan White arrived shortly after, medical bag in hand. Bryan was already waiting anxiously at the door. “Dr. White, you’re finally here! Thank God you were staying in The Kensington tonight. Please, come quickly. Mr. George’s fever is almost 103 degrees.”

Nathan followed Bryan inside. “Don’t worry, Bryan, I’m here now. You can leave him to me.”

“Of course, I trust you completely,” Bryan said with a sigh of relief.

Bryan looked hesitant.

Nathan offered a reassuring smile. “I know what I’m doing, Bryan. Don’t worry.”

Reassured, Bryan nodded. “Alright, then. I’ll leave you to it. Thank you.”

Once Bryan had left, Nathan handed his phone to George. “Let me clean these wounds. Don’t move.”

George took the phone and had barely unlocked it when he saw a news alert. Nathan, suddenly remembering, snatched the phone back. “Here, let me unlock it for you.”

George frowned. “Give it to me.” He’d seen a headline about the Smith family.