My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Gathering Storm

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For the moment, his absence worked to his advantage; he could set his snares in the capital while Emperor Aldric’s suspicions drifted elsewhere.

“She isn’t scheming today,” Sterling said. He had come mainly to watch her, yet the moment he saw she’d brought Yolanda along, he understood–Fiona would never discuss secrets in the girl’s presence.

“Even so, Lord Soren, Ms. Fiona is no ordinary woman. We had best stay alert,” Quentin insisted.

“How is Ulrich these days?” Sterling asked after a thoughtful pause.

“I saw him and Vincent drowning themselves in drink at a tavern a few nights ago,” Quentin replied. “I’ve rarely witnessed him so lost.”

Ulrich had never cared much for official duties; whatever drove him to the bottom of a wine jar had to be a family matter. Seeing that Fiona had escorted Yolanda to consult Morgan, Sterling guessed the trouble haunting the couple concerned the question of an heir; few worries sparked such desperation.

Quentin, recalling Fiona’s reckless flirtations, muttered, “With Ms. Fiona so uninhibited in matters of men and women… whoever weds her might hesitate to leave her alone at home.”

Soren offered no reply, the silence stretching between them like a bowstring drawn but never loosed.

On Fiona’s side of the room, silence reigned. Yolanda did not so much as exhale; every muscle in her body seemed drawn tight as a bow–string, afraid a single breath might shatter the stillness.

After studying the faint pulse fluttering beneath Yolanda’s wrist, Morgan released her hand with measured grace. His calm, discerning gaze rose to meet Fiona’s.

Fiona’s voice slipped out in a hush as her fingers twisted the fabric of her dress. “Will it be very difficult to cure?”

“For most physicians, yes. For me, not so much,” Morgan replied, quiet confidence tinting every syllable. “Since Ms. Fiona has placed her lady under my roof, I will not allow her to leave disappointed.”

Relief flowed through Fiona and Yolanda at once; two long–held breaths escaped in perfect unison, like twin lanterns released into a night sky.

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Morgan dipped his brush and filled the cream–colored slip with swift, elegant strokes, a waterfall of ink birthing a full prescription before the ink could dry. He handed the sheet to Thomas with quiet instructions, then offered Fiona a gentle smile. “I heard Ms. Fiona traveled to Yondale recently.”

“I spent a few weeks with my granny,” Fiona replied.

“Yondale’s mountains are unrivaled in all Duflana,” Morgan mused.

“Have you been there yourself, Dr. Murren? My cousin Cecilia often finds her spirit unsettled -loneliness, mostly. Could you prepare something to calm her mind?”

“Give me a moment, Ms. Fiona,” Morgan said, pausing mid–thought.

She added in a whisper, “It could be an illness of longing, you know.”

Morgan said nothing. His brush hovered, then moved with deliberate care, as though each character might tilt Cecilia’s fate. He weighed ingredients, shifted doses, and only after a long silence did the formula settle.

“Do you know my cousin?” Fiona asked, curiosity flickering behind her

eyes.

Morgan gave a rueful smile. “Cecilia once invited me to become her personal companion. She thought I was merely a wandering physician eager for conversation. She spoke often of a certain gentleman, and, finding me willing to listen, wished to keep me near.”

Fiona reflected a moment, then said, “She has told me bits and pieces. Since you are acquainted with that gentleman, perhaps one day you could introduce me.”

Whenever Morgan mentioned Cornelius or Zephyr his tone cooled noticeably; Fiona sensed he placed little faith in either. Only Marcus escaped his skepticism.

Once, Fiona had thought Marcus uninterested in worldly games. Now she realized depth lay beneath that quiet surface, and cultivating his favor could change everything for her.

Morgan regarded her thoughtfully. “If the chance arises, I will pass along your words.”

He did not refuse; that alone confirmed she still held value. Fiona’s heart settled.

As they descended the curving steps of Pearl Terrace, Yolanda leaned close. “Fiona, do think the treatment will work?”

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“Trust Morgan,” Fiona said with a bright, calming smile. “He has never failed yet.”

Yolanda still kept her gaze low, unwilling to let her eyes wander in this notorious quarter. “I

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