Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 568 Tiffany was momentarily stunned.

She had known for a long tabout June's feelings for James.

After all, loving someone wasn't something easily hidden-the way their eyes glow and shine when looking at each other always gave it away.

But June had buried her feelings too deeply. Only when she gazed at James' back, the love and despair in her eyes betrayed the truth.

The word love was the most hurtful of all.

Tiffany opened her mouth to speak but finally sighed instead, softly murmuring, “James, wake up! What should really be cherished isn't the person who doesn't belong to you, but those who are by your side, she thought.

James let out a quiet laugh at her words, a flicker of meaning light surging in his eyes.

After a long pause, he looked at Tiffany and said, "If you knew the story of your mother andback then, maybe... you wouldn't say that." 'Ever since we first met in our youth, I have devoted myself to her with unwavering passion,' he thought. Thad passed, and it had changed everything.

Selfish or not, despicable or not, he only wanted to hold onto that unfulfilled dream from years ago.

That was all.

Without another word, James gently pushed June aside, refusing her assistance. Turning away, he walked off, his tall figure gradually disappearing beyond the dark stone door.

Garry and the others arrived just in tto catch sight of his retreating silhouette. They were about to give chase when June stopped them.

"You're just going to let him go?" Garry asked incredulously, exchanging puzzled glances with John.

Tiffany didn't respond. She stood frozen, staring in the direction James had gone, his words echoing in her mind:"If you knew the story of your mother andback then, maybe... you wouldn't say that." 'What had happened back then?' she thought.

Narrowing her eyes, Tiffany resolved to ask the older generation about it when she returned.

Garry, still reluctant to let the matter rest, opened his mouth to press further. But under Richard's piercing, ice- cold glare, he fell silent, swallowing any objections.

"Let's go," Tiffany said calmly, taking June's arm and walking away at an unhurried pace.

As for the altar behind them, Richard smirked and, with a flick of his hand, set it ablaze, leaving nothing but ash. They exited the ancient building, retracing their steps back to their vehicle.

Then they left behind the so-called forbidden land.

On the way back, June, her injuries severe, collapsed as her knees gave out.

Tiffany carefully cased her into the car, instructing her men to take June to the hospital immediately.

Thankfully, Tiffany had already fed her spirit herbs. With the protective properties of the spirit herbs, the wound wouldn't be life-threatening.

The henchman nodded and immediately carried out the order.

Tiffany got into another car.

On the way back to the Azure Sea Palace, Garry couldn't help but ask, "Tiffany, why did we let that man go?" He didn't know the man's identity-only that he was more likely a foe than a friend.

Without hesitation, Tiffany replied, "I owe him." After so many years of learning under him, even if there were ulterior motives involved, the sentiment couldn't be entirely erased.

But she would only let him go just this once, and from now on, they owed each other nothing.

Garry still didn't fully understand her words. Hesitating slightly, he asked, "By the way, Tiffany, didn't you say you were looking for something? Did you find it?" Tiffany opened her palm, revealing a small, transparent glass bottle. Inside, a colorful spider lay dormant. The red threads on her grandpa's body originated from this spider.

It had been thrown to her by James just before he left.

This spider was the antidote.

Once they returned to the palace, Tiffany hurried inside, her steps brisk.

Richard raised an eyebrow and asked, "In a hurry?" "A bit," she admitted with a small nod.

Before she could react, the air around her seemed to ripple. In the next moment, Jeremy's surprised voice echoed, "Miss Kelley, you're back?" Blinking, Tiffany realized they were already inside the king's inner sanctum.

Stunned, she turned to Richard, surprise and shock flashing in her eyes.

Richard merely spread his hands innocently, a low smile curling on his lips. "Weren't you in a hurry?" Tiffany was speechless.

'Okay, fine,' she thought.

Tiffany collected herself, deciding not to explain to Jeremy how they had entered. Instead, she moved directly to the large bed, casually rolling up her grandfather's sleeve. She opened the glass bottle, releasing the red spider. The spider, drawn by the scent of its preferred prey, immediately leapt onto the king's hand. Its tiny, sharp spines pierced his skin as it began to consthe red silk threads, devouring them little by little.

In mere seconds, all the red threads covering the king's body were gone, and his skin returned to normal, as if the deadly threads had never existed.

Seeing this, Tiffany let out a soft sigh of relief.

Jeremy, standing nearby, seemed to grasp the situation and asked cautiously, "This is... Venom Spider? "Uh-huh," Tiffany confirmed.

Tiffany nodded, swiftly placing the red spider back into the glass bottle in one smooth motion, then looked up. "The people around my grandpa need to be thoroughly investigated and cleared out. If not, there will be another time-possibly more times-when lethal tactics like this are used." "I understand. Jeremy nodded, taking her warning to heart before asking, "What about you, Miss Kelley? He hesitated, unsure if he should ask whether she would stay or if... she had no intention of staying in Azure Sea Royal Family.

"I'll stay here until my grandpa wakes up," she replied.

It didn't take long. Within half an hour, the king opened his eyes.

The first thing he did upon waking was call out, "Tiffany... Where is my Tiffany?" "Grandpa, I'm here," Tiffany said, stepping forward to check him with practiced ease.

It was hard to detect the impact with the existence of the red threads, but it was clear that, after the Venom Spider had removed the red threads, her grandpa's heartbeat had grown stronger.

Judging by his current condition, with proper recuperation and a regimen of spirit herbs to strengthen his body, her grandfather could easily live long without worry.

A weight lifted from Tiffany's heart, and even the smile on her face seemed a little brighter.

"Grandpa, you're going to be fine. But from now on, you have to listen to me-you can't overwork yourself anymore," she said.

"Alright, alright. I'll listen to you," the king said, grinning and nodding repeatedly.

In the past, he might have thought that he was already old enough to soon meet his day. But now, om everything was different. Tiffany, the little granddaughter he had longed for all these years, had finally returned. He hadn't even seen her get married yet-how could he possibly leave the world now? The king gazed at Tiffany with a mix of relief and determination before turning to Richard. "When's the wedding?" "Half a month from now, on the eleventh," Richard replied.

"Good, good. That's an auspicious day. I'll make sure to recover and attend in person!" the king declared, his, laughter hearty and his once-clouded eyes regaining clarity and sharpness. With his spirits so high, there was little doubt his body would recover well.

Tiffany nodded in agreement, then dismissed the nearby servants. Propping her chin in her hand, she asked, "Grandpa, can you tellabout my mother?"