Chapter 395

Conrad Hilliard paused for a split second. As soon as they'd gotten back to the apartment and he'd helped her inside, his hand instinctively went to her forehead to check. Normal temperature. His voice was low, with that familiar mix of helplessness and affection. "Don't talk nonsense." Calliope Godfrey leaned against his chest, lips curling tiredly. She didn’t have the strength to argue. Just as sleep pulled her under again, one hazy thought floated through her mind—she really needed to swing by the hospital. Maybe... it was her liver? Otherwise, why was she always this drained? — Meanwhile, on the other side of town. Oliver Simpson had been stuck in bed for two whole days after being whipping-level punished by his grandfather. His back was a mess, but he could finally stand again—barely. Wincing with every step, he snuck out of the house, not even pausing for breath before heading straight to Angelina Miller’s apartment. At the same time, Lucien Sterling showed up too—VR headset in h