The Framed Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 4 Successor of the Silent Order

To put it simply, this was a deal she had made with Sacha.

One she had agreed to a long time ago.

It was annoying enough for him to show up here. But now? It was even worse.

Jude remained silent, watching her with narrowed eyes.

There was a flicker of danger in his gaze.

He had just played his trump card, and someone had flipped the entire table. Everyone else froze.

Did she actually talk so rudely to Jude? Does she want to get herself killed?

With Jude's temper, they doubted she'd survived.

Sacha forced an awkward smile. "Uh... this... this doesn't feel right."

Honestly, calling the situation awkward was an understatement. It doesn't feel right for

whoever among them to become the 'parent' of another.

But then, something no one expected happened. Jude actually agreed?

"Fine," he said with a crooked smile. His voice was calm, but there was a chill behind it as he

locked eyes with Davina.

Davina turned her back on him and demanded, "Take me to the patient."

The Barlows were about to object again.

But Jude cut them off coldly, his gaze transfixed on Davina. "Let her see Grandma."

Just that one sentence shut everyone up. No one dared to move.

They exchanged glances, their expressions shifting uneasily.

Sacha rushed to fill the silence. "Come with me; I'll take you."

Davina glanced at Jude one more time.

He didn't seem like part of the Barlows.

So why did he have so much authority over them?noveldrama

She furrowed her brows but said nothing, then followed Sacha into the room.

The rest of the family made a move to follow.

"If my treatment gets interrupted and something goes wrong," Davina said coolly, "whoever tries to step inside will take the blame."

That one sentence froze them all in place.

Jude raised an eyebrow in amusement, then leaned back into a chair and crossed his legs.

He picked up an orange from the fruit platter next to him, peeled it, and casually watched the door she had disappeared behind.

Inside the room, Davina came face-to-face with Grace, who was lying in bed.

Grace was awake, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at the unfamiliar girl.

"I'm your doctor," Davina said gently as she started to take out the needles from the box. "There's nothing to worry about. Just relax."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a quiet authority that immediately calmed Grace.

The suspicion in her eyes faded, and her body slowly relaxed.

Davina or rather, the soul now living in her body-had once been the 39th successor of the Silent Order.

In her past life, she had lived in a parallel world eerily similar to this one. But a freak lightning strike during a flight had knocked her spirit out of her own body and into this one.

That was how she had been reborn.

She met Sacha in prison after saving someone's life there.

That person happened to be close to Sacha, and it was through that connection that the two women became acquainted.

Sacha was stunned by how accurately Davina diagnosed Grace's illness just by listening and asking questions-details no one else could've known. From then on, Sacha placed her trust in her completely.

She started visiting Davina regularly, wiring money, sending clothes, food-anything to make her time behind bars easier.

In return, Davina promised to treat Grace once she got out.

And true to her word, the moment Davina was released, Sacha sent someone to pick her up without delay.

Now, after reassuring the old lady, Davina placed her hands gently over the woman's pulse points, working along her energy channels with practiced ease.

Then she picked up a few silver needles.

With a flick of her wrist, she drove five of them into precise pressure points-each one nearly 8 inches apart.

At once, a faint mist of energy began to rise from the pressure points. Grace's body gave a quick jolt, then gradually her pained expression melted away.

Even though the rest of the Barlows couldn't enter the room, Grace's bedroom had been fitted with an observation window.

And what they saw through that glass left them utterly stunned.

Their jaws dropped.

Especially when Davina's fingers moved again-swift, fluid, almost too fast for the eye to follow. It was like watching something magical.

The way she placed the needles with such flawless precision ... it was a performance bordering on the supernatural.

Even Jude, who had been watching with bored interest, now narrowed his eyes sharply. That level of control... that accuracy... How did she pull that off?