Chapter 460

The dark blue light had a powerful healing effect. Slowly, the wound a centimeter from Richard’s heart began to close. Even the powder that had rendered him unconscious was slowly dissolving in the light. But no one noticed. Sidney paced back and forth when a servant knocked, announcing, "Mr. Pauley, a young lady wishes to see Mr. Hampton. She—" Without hesitation, Sidney dismissed her: "No."

Since the chaos at Richard’s engagement party, Royal Bay’s gates had been besieged by people trying to gain entry. They were all merely testing the waters, and Sidney was in no mood to cooperate.

The servant hesitated, then said, "No, Mr. Pauley. This young lady claims she knows how to wake Mr. Hampton. I thought I should inform you." Everything concerning Richard at Royal Bay demanded immediate attention. Sidney raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "She said that?" "Yes."

"Do you know her background?" he asked.

The servant shook her head. "No. She doesn't appear to be from Lovell City, nor does she resemble any heiress I recognize. She seems… unfamiliar."

Sidney found this curious. The world knew only of Richard’s stabbing at the engagement party. Royal Bay had kept his injuries and condition strictly confidential. Therefore, this woman shouldn't know Richard was unconscious. "Let her in," he said, a wry smile playing on his lips. He was determined to learn this mysterious person's identity. The servant nodded and left. A moment later, the young woman was ushered in, and the servant gestured for her to sit.

The girl bit her lip, her voice soft and slightly nervous. "Thank you."

She sat on the sofa, remaining still and avoiding eye contact, her expression innocent and uncertain.

A short time later, Sidney descended the stairs. From the staircase, he saw a girl in a pink sweater seated on the sofa in the elegant living room. Her brown hair framed her small frame, and she appeared nervous, remaining motionless.

There was something familiar about her, but Sidney couldn't place it. He frowned and decided to be direct. "What is your business with Mr. Hampton?"

At the sound of his voice, the girl finally looked up.

Her face was sweet and soft, her almond-shaped eyes full of an innocent, almost puppy-like shyness, like the clear water of a calm lake.

She spoke gently. "Mr. Guest, do you remember me?" Hope lit up her face, her eyes brightening with excitement.

Sidney froze for a moment at the use of "Guest." Then it clicked. He remembered her—Grelle from Melvor Mountain. The one who was always near Richard, inquiring after him and addressing him as "Guest."

"You?" Sidney's surprise quickly faded, replaced by a cold demeanor. "What do you want?"

"I'm here to deliver medicine for Mr. Hampton," she said quietly. "I heard he was injured, so I came to check on him. I have no other purpose."

Sidney raised an eyebrow, pressing further. "Then how do you know Mr. Hampton is unconscious?"

"I learned it from John." Grelle stood, appearing completely innocent. "I've visited several times, but John grew tired of my questions and refused to answer."

"This is medicine from the doctor in Melvor Mountain. He instructed me to continue using it until Mr. Hampton recovers. I'm not sure if it will help, but it's worth a try. At least, there's hope." She offered a paper bag. The bag was light, but Grelle's sincerity was evident.

Sidney frowned. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't ignore her genuineness. Whether it worked or not, there was no harm in trying. Sometimes, one couldn't dismiss the methods of traditional healers—perhaps they possessed knowledge others lacked.

With a sigh, Sidney reluctantly accepted the paper bag. He carefully examined the contents to ensure there were no problems, then turned to go upstairs.

Grelle looked at him hesitantly. "Mr. Guest, may I accompany you to see Mr. Hampton?"

Sidney's response was immediate and firm. "No."

Richard was obsessively clean. If anyone entered his room, Sidney knew he would likely burn the place down and rebuild it.

Grelle stuck out her tongue, looking sheepish. "Very well, I'll wait downstairs. Is that acceptable?"

Since the medicine was hers, Sidney didn't feel right asking her to leave. "Fine," he said, then ascended the stairs.

Inside the luxurious bedroom, Richard lay on the bed, eyes closed.

Sidney noticed something unusual: Richard's lips were less pale, and his complexion seemed slightly improved. However, Sidney didn't dwell on it. He prepared the medicine for an IV drip. Seconds ticked by, filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

He wondered if the medication would actually work this time. If it did, perhaps Richard would finally wake. He waited, and waited, his eyelids growing heavy.

Just as Sidney was about to doze off, he heard two quick beeps from the monitoring device.

He shot up and looked at the screen. The previously weak vital signs were now stronger. The fluctuations were more stable, and things were looking better.

'Is it really working?' Sidney thought, both stunned and excited.

He rushed to the bed and checked Richard's pulse. It mirrored the monitor—his vital signs were slowly returning to normal.

"Richard? Richard?" Sidney couldn't contain his excitement as he gently nudged Richard's arm.

The handsome man on the bed slightly furrowed his brows, then his eyes snapped open.

His gaze was cold and intense, like a storm brewing. His sharp expression held a faint, unsettling chill. Sidney was startled but quickly breathed a sigh of relief. "Richard, you're awake! I thought you might sleep like this forever."

Richard scanned the room with a piercing look before his gravelly, hoarse voice broke the silence. "Where's Tiffany?" Even in his weakened state, his thoughts immediately turned to her.