Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 560 The wind howled in their ears as waves around them suddenly receded.

In an instant, the lotus flower was right in front of them.

Tiffany reached out without hesitation.

"I got it!" she exclaimed.

As soon as the herb was in her grasp, the tide surged, and the entire island was swallowed by water. The waves rose higher, threatening to engulf everything.

Richard quickly flew back to the yacht with Tiffany.

Miraculously, they weren't even damp.

Tiffany carefully placed the herb into a box she had prepared. Then, glancing at the restless waves below, she frowned. "This doesn't feel right. Is it about to rain?" Richard nodded. "We need to leave now." The sea was unpredictable, and with storms and tornadoes in the mix, it could turn deadly in an instant. Richard led Tiffany to the yacht's control room, pressed a few buttons, and the vessel sped away.

Not long after, heavy rain poured down in torrents.

"Just our luck," Tiffany muttered, glancing at Richard. She noticed his calm expression as he steered the yacht. His eyes held steady confidence, no trace of worry or panic.

Richard's composure put Tiffany at ease.

As they moved through the dark waters, a massive vortex formed behind them. The swirling winds and waves drew closer but Richard only gave it a passing glance. A glimmer of dark light flashed in his eyes.

Moments later, the winds shifted. The towering waves turned away, as if repelled.

Tiffany let out a relieved sigh.

Once they left the area, the sea calmed, but the darkness lingered. The surrounding waters were pitch-black, with nothing visible in any direction.

Richard took Tiffany's hand gently, saying, "Get srest. We'll be there when you wake up." "Okay." Tiffany yawned, setting up a seat nearby. Instead of heading upstairs, she curled up on the chair and closed her eyes. With Richard beside her, she felt completely safe.

When Tiffany woke up, daylight was streaming in.

Tiffany rubbed her eyes and noticed the yacht slowing to a stop by the shore. "Oh, we're here already? That felt faster than the trip out." Richard chuckled and stepped off the yacht with her. They didn't waste any tand headed straight for the royal palace.

The journey was smooth, and soon they were standing in the king's chambers. Tiffany turned to Jeremy and asked, "How is Grandpa?" "He's the same," Jeremy Teplied. "But he hasn't woken up since he coughed up blood." Jeremy's eyes flickered to the box in Tiffany's hands, his expression shifting to surprise and relief. "Is that the Blood Lotus?" Tiffany nodded. "Yes. Tell everyone to leave the room." Jeremy complied, ushering out the servants and doctors. However, an elderly doctor, Ewan Davies, refused to move.

"I'm not leaving!" Ewan declared. He remembered it was this sgirl who caused the king to throw up blood. Ewan refused to allow this girl to harm the king again..

Jeremy's voice hardened. "Leave, or I'll make you." "No!" Ewan insisted. "I've always treated His Majesty. If anyone should leave, it's her!" Before Jeremy could argue, Tiffany interrupted calmly. "It's fine. Let him stay." She didn't want to waste energy debating.

But Richard wasn't as forgiving. His expression turned cold as he eyed Ewan. "Hm?" That single sound carried an icy weight, and Ewan stiffened, not understanding why a noble like Jeremy and Richard would protect Tiffany.

Just as Ewan was about to retort, Richard smiled coldly. "Who are you to speak to my wife like that?" Sweat trickled down Ewan's back. "I didn't mean any disrespect." Ewan stammered, but by then, the doors had closed, and Tiffany had already approached the bed.

Richard shot Ewan a look, signaling for him to shut up, which Ewan did without question. Ewan didn't dare to go against Richard.

Tiffany opened a cloth bag and carefully removed silver needlesn Focusing intently, she began acupuncture on the Azure Sea King, following the meridians on his head.

The sleeping man frowned, his face tightening in discomfort. Ewan m т watched disapprovingly but said nothing, silenced by Richard's looming presence.

After a while, Tiffany took out the Blood Lotus. She squeezed a petal to extract its juice dripping it onto the needles and feeding the rest to the king. In moments, the rare herb was completely used up.

Once the herb's juices were absorbed, Tiffany removed the needles.

Tiffany sat back, tapping her fingers lightly on the bed frin a rhythmic pattern. The soft sound filled the silent room.

Ewan frowned, thinking, "This girl doesn't know what she's doing. She's just showing off because Mr. Hampton is here! The tapping didn't stop. Its steady rhythm seemed almost hypnotic, lulling Ewan into a drowsy sleep.

Tiffany's voice broke the silence, low and soothing. "Forget whatever troubled you before. It's tto wake up." The words floated through the air like a gentle spell.

Only Richard and Jeremy remained unaffected, their sharp eyes observing everything. Richard leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving Tiffany.

Richard thought to himself, 'My wife is amazing. Not just beautiful, but brilliant at everything she does!'