Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 86: Frail

Marianna reached the hospital in haste, her heels clicking sharply against the pristine tile floors as she stormed through the halls. The staff barely had time to greet her before she waved them off, her focus locked on the intensive care unit where Myra was being treated.

She hadn’t expected such an urgent call, and the news that Myra had been admitted left her stomach in knots. For all her carefully constructed poise, the possibility of her daughter being in real danger was enough to shake her.

When she reached the ICU, she spotted the nurse who had taken Myra in earlier. Marianna’s eyes narrowed as she approached, her voice clipped and demanding.

"I’m Marianna Allen, Myra Allen’s mother. Where is she, and what happened to her?"

The nurse, taken aback by Marianna’s forceful demeanor, quickly gestured toward the room at the end of the hall. "Miss Allen is stable and being monitored. She fainted, but there are no significant injuries so far. The doctor is running a few more tests to be sure."

"Fainted?" Marianna repeated, her brows furrowing. "How? Why?"

The nurse hesitated, glancing down at her clipboard. "The individual who brought her in mentioned she collapsed during a confrontation. I believe she referred to herself as a friend of Miss Allen."

Marianna’s lips tightened. A friend? Myra didn’t have friends who would bother bringing her to the hospital. And if it wasn’t family, then it could only mean one thing: Ephyra.

Suppressing the surge of anger that threatened to spill over, Marianna straightened, her tone ice-cold. "Thank you. I’ll speak with the doctor myself."

Without waiting for a response, she swept past the nurse and entered Myra’s room. Her heart clenched as she saw her daughter lying there, pale and fragile-looking, hooked up to monitors that beeped steadily.

She crossed the room in quick strides, her hand hovering over Myra’s forehead before she finally touched it, smoothing back her hair.

"What on earth happened to you?" Marianna whispered, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her jaw tightening when she saw the name flashing across it. Answering the call, she didn’t wait for the speaker on the other end to talk.

"Eliot," she hissed, her voice low but venomous. "Where the hell are you? I called to inform you that our daughter was in the hospital almost thirty minutes ago, but you aren’t here!"

"I’m in the middle of a meeting, Marianna," Eliot replied, his tone calm but weary. "I’ll head over as soon as I can. Is Myra okay?"

Marianna’s grip on the phone tightened. "A meeting? Your daughter is lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and you think some meeting is more important? She’s stable, but I don’t know what caused her to collapse, and the doctors are still running tests."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Eliot sighed. "I’ll leave as soon as this is done. Just... keep me updated."

"You’d better be here soon because I have something to say about your stupid daughter!" She cut the call.

Marianna waited by Myra’s bedside, her expression a storm of conflicting emotions. The soft glow of the hospital room’s lights cast shadows across her face, accentuating her tightly clenched jaw. Every beep of the monitor beside Myra’s bed heightened her frustration and worry. She barely noticed as the hours slipped by until finally, the sound of footsteps approaching the room snapped her attention to the doorway.

Eliot entered, his tie loosened and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. His expression was impassive, but there was a flicker of weariness in his eyes. Without greeting Marianna, he walked straight to Myra’s bed and leaned over her, his voice soft as he asked, "How are you doing, sweetheart?"

Marianna’s glare was ice-cold, her patience snapping. "Now you want to know how she’s doing? After two hours? I thought you said you’d be here soon! Is this your idea of soon?" Her voice was low but venomous, each word laced with contempt.

Eliot sighed, straightening and turning to face her. His tone was calm but carried a stern edge. "Listen, Marianna, I’ve had a very long day. The last thing I need is you screaming over my head. Just answer the question—how is she?"

Marianna scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "And why should I tell you? Now, you’re behaving as if you care? Where was this concern when I called you two hours ago? Fine, let me tell you something—your bastard daughter is the reason Myra is here!"

Eliot’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Marianna crossed her arms, her voice rising slightly. "The nurse told me Myra was brought in by a friend—a friend who conveniently disappeared after explaining that she collapsed during some sort of confrontation. Who else would do that to Myra? Tell me, who would drop her off and not stay? Of course, it’s Ephyra! Your precious daughter! She’s been tormenting Myra ever since her so-called accident!"

Eliot’s jaw tightened, and he ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. "Marianna, you’re jumping to conclusions without proof."

"Proof?" Marianna spat, her eyes blazing. "You want proof? Look at Myra! She’s pale, exhausted, and shaken. She wouldn’t end up like this if it weren’t for Ephyra! That girl is a curse! Ever since she changed, she’s been causing nothing but trouble, and now she’s targeting Myra!"

Eliot’s voice lowered as he stepped closer. "Watch your words, Marianna. Ephyra is still my daughter."

"And what about my daughter?" Marianna shot back, her voice cracking with emotion. "She’s lying here because of that girl! When will you stop coddling Ephyra and see her for what she really is? She’s not the sweet, innocent child she used to be!"

The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the steady beeping of the monitors. Myra stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering but not opening. Both parents turned toward her, their argument momentarily forgotten. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Marianna took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "Eliot, if you won’t do something about Ephyra, I will. I won’t let her ruin this family any more than she already has."

Eliot didn’t respond immediately. He stared at Myra, his expression unreadable, before turning to Marianna with a hardened gaze. "We’ll deal with this later. Right now, focus on Myra."

Marianna clenched her fists, her frustration boiling beneath the surface. "You’d better mean it, Eliot. Because if you don’t, I will."

Without another word, she turned her attention back to Myra, smoothing her hair with a trembling hand while Eliot remained by her side.

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Eira walked out of the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Her phone was in her hand as she headed toward the stairs, her footsteps deliberate yet light. She wore baggy, ripped jeans and a cropped denim jacket, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulder as she scanned her messages.

Just as she reached the staircase, a maid climbing up the stairwell paused, startled to see her.

"Miss Ephyra, Sir Allen and Mrs. Allen are downstairs, and they’re asking for you," the maid informed her, her voice slightly nervous.

Eira raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking in mild curiosity. They were back? If they’d stayed all night in the hospital, Myra must have been discharged.

"Okay, thanks." Eira gave a curt nod and descended the stairs with a calm demeanor.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes scanned the scene. Maids hovered around Myra, who still appeared frail and pale, propped up on the long couch. Marianna sat beside her, cradling her like a porcelain doll, her expression alternating between concern and simmering rage.

Eira’s gaze briefly lingered on Myra, a flicker of curiosity crossing her mind. What exactly did those men hit her with?

Eliot, seated in the armchair nearby, looked just as weary as he had at the hospital. He rubbed his temples, clearly exasperated, as a maid approached him with a cup of tea. He waved it off impatiently before asking in a strained tone, "Where is Ephyra?"

Before the maid could respond, Eira stepped into the room, her voice calm and composed. "Hi, Dad. Hi, Marianna. Hi, Myra. You didn’t come home last night. What happened?"

Marianna’s head snapped up at the sound of Eira’s voice. Her eyes narrowed, her expression instantly hardening. "What happened?" she repeated, her tone cold and dripping with accusation. "You have the audacity to ask that question after what you did?"

Eira’s lips curled into a faint smirk, her tone deliberately nonchalant. "I’m not sure what you mean. Care to elaborate?"

Marianna rose to her feet, carefully setting Myra back against the couch as she strode toward Eira. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, echoing the tension in the room. "Don’t play dumb with me, Ephyra. We know you were there. You’re the reason Myra collapsed!"

Eira tilted her head, crossing her arms as she regarded Marianna with feigned innocence. "Oh? Myra collapsed? I wasn’t aware. That sounds serious. I hope she’s doing better." Her tone was polite, but her eyes sparkled with mischief, challenging Marianna to escalate further.

"You little—" Marianna hissed, stopping herself mid-sentence. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at Eira. "You think this is a game? Myra could have died because of you!"

"Because of me?" Eira asked, raising an eyebrow. Her calm exterior didn’t waver, but there was a sharpness to her voice now, like a blade hidden beneath silk. "If you’re so sure, Marianna, then show me proof. Otherwise, I suggest you sit down and calm yourself. You don’t want to upset Myra further, do you?"

Eliot stood, stepping between the two women before Marianna could respond. His tone was firm, his gaze shifting between them. "Enough. Both of you. We just got home, and I don’t need this right now."

Marianna’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she stepped back, her eyes never leaving Eira.

Eliot turned his full attention to Eira, his expression unreadable. "Ephyra, what were you doing yesterday?"

Eira shrugged, leaning casually against the banister. "Just taking care of some things. Why do you ask?"

Eliot studied her for a moment before sighing heavily. "You need to stay away from Myra for the time being. Whatever happened yesterday, whether intentional or not, she’s in no condition to deal with any stress."

Eira smiled faintly, though the gesture didn’t reach her eyes. "Of course, Dad. If that’s what you want." Her gaze flicked to Myra, who was watching the exchange with wide, wary eyes. "Get well soon, Myra. You look... fragile."

With that, Eira turned on her heel and walked out of the mansion.

In the living room, Marianna seethed, her hand gripping the back of the couch as she glared after Eira. "You see what I mean, Eliot? She’s out of control. She doesn’t respect anyone, not even you."

Eliot sighed, sinking back into his chair. "Leave it, Marianna. We’ll deal with her later."

Marianna clenched her fists, her frustration boiling beneath the surface. ’Yo

u always say that, but you never do anything. Mark my words, Eliot—if you won’t protect my family from her, I will.’