The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 998:

A servant outside said respectfully, “Miss Holland, a package has arrived for you.”

A package?

Corrine pushed back her blankets and stepped onto the floor. She walked over and pulled the door open.

The servant outside was holding something carefully. He extended it toward her. “This was left at the front of the Ford estate. The butler noticed your name on it and sent it up.”

She accepted the package, tilting it slightly in her hands.

It barely weighed anything.

“Got it,” she replied. Without another word, she carried it back to her room. As she walked, she gave it a small shake, curiosity growing.

Once inside, she grabbed a letter opener and carefully sliced the package open. Nestled inside was a small wooden box, no bigger than her palm.

Lifting the lid, she found a delicate glass bottle. Inside, a pale blue liquid shimmered.

Beneath the bottle lay a pink card. The message read, “Dip a cotton swab into the medication and apply it to the affected area. This will prevent flare-ups.”

Corrine’s eyes narrowed. The handwriting was unmistakable. It matched the note from the anonymous bouquet of red roses she had received at work just days ago.

That meant only one thing—both had come from the same person. Her fingers tightened around the bottle as she lifted it, tilting it toward the sunlight. The liquid inside shimmered faintly.

Only the Ford family knew about her condition. So how did this mysterious sender find out?

Over the years, the Fords had poured a fortune into finding a cure. Experts ran endless tests, but none uncovered a real solution. In the end, they could only rely on specially formulated medications to keep her illness in check with as few side effects as possible.

𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⸳ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Just then, her phone vibrated. A message popped up: “I would never harm you.”

Corrine frowned and tapped out a single question mark in response.noveldrama

Almost instantly, another message arrived. “We once shared a ride, yet you’ve completely forgotten me. Isn’t that a little cold, Miss Holland?”

Jonathan’s face surfaced in her mind.

So, he was the one behind the bouquet—and this package?

But how did he know about her condition?

And how had he managed to send the exact medicine she needed?

Questions flooded her mind, one after another. Something tugged at the edge of her thoughts, but it slipped away before she could catch it. Her gaze dropped to the small bottle in her hand. She studied it in silence, lost in thought.

Just then, her phone lit up with an incoming call. It was Nate.

She answered, pressing the phone to her ear.

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