Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

AUTHOR’S POV.

“Help!” Damien’s voice tore through the quiet corridors of the manor, raw and panicked. “Someone…please! I need help!”

His arms trembled as he held Alina against his chest, her limp form frighteningly still. Her head rested against his shoulder, her skin pale as porcelain. Footsteps thundered down the hall almost immediately. Maids, guards, Luna in her flowing gown, and finally Darius, his expression cold but alarmed.

“What happened?” Luna’s voice cracked as she dropped beside her son, her trembling hands brushing Alina’s hair from her face. “What happened to her?”

“I don’t know!” Damien rasped, his voice rough from shouting. “We were just…just walking through the manor. I showed her the drawing room, and she…she started clutching her head and collapsed!”

Luna’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God.”

“Get her to the east wing,” Darius ordered sharply. His tone left no room for argument. “Now.”

Two of the household guards hurried forward, lifting Alina gently from Damien’s arms. Luna rose shakily, her hands covering her mouth as they followed. Damien moved beside them, his face drained of color, his pulse pounding.

The east wing had long been repurposed as a small medical unit,an echo of the manor’s wealth and readiness for emergencies. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender. White curtains separated the polished room into sections, and soft monitors hummed in the background.

“Put her here,” Darius instructed, pointing toward the nearest bed. The servants carefully laid Alina down, and Luna immediately sat beside her, clutching her hand tightly.

“Call Dr. Haven,” Darius barked to one of the guards. “Now.”

Within fifteen minutes, the family’s private physician,a man in his early sixties with calm eyes and graying hair arrived, his medical bag clutched under one arm. “What happened?” he asked swiftly as he approached the bed.

“She collapsed suddenly,” Darius said curtly. “No warning. She was fine one moment and unconscious the

next.”

Dr. Haven placed a stethoscope against Alina’s chest, listening intently before checking her pulse and pupils. His brows furrowed. “Was there anything that could have triggered stress or shock?”

Damien’s throat tightened. “She… she said her head hurt right before she passed out. She was in pain. I think she was remembering something.”

The doctor looked up sharply. “Remembering?”

“She lost her memories, remember?” Luna interjected, her voice trembling. “Her whole past…gone. Could that have something to do with it?”

Dr. Haven didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he drew a small syringe and took a sample of her blood, his movements methodical and practiced. He then adjusted the IV, checked her vitals, and finally turned toward the family.

“I’ll need to run a few tests,” he said gravely. “Please, give me a moment.”

The room fell into tense silence as he worked. Damien stood rigid by the foot of the bed, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Luna sat unmoving, stroking Alina’s hand, whispering her name softly. Darius paced in the corner, his face unreadable but his eyes burning with restrained fury.

After nearly two hours, Dr. Haven straightened, his expression solemn. “Her vitals are stabilizing,” he began. “She’s going to be alright.”

Luna exhaled shakily, tears welling in her eyes. “Thank God.”

But Darius wasn’t satisfied. “What caused it?” he demanded. “Why did she pass out?”

The doctor hesitated before speaking again. “Her test results show something unusual. Her brain scans indicate intense neural activity a surge consistent with memory retrieval.”

“Meaning?” Damien asked, his voice hoarse.

“Meaning her memories are coming back,” Dr. Haven explained gently. “And all at once.”

The room went silent.

“She remembered something in that room, didn’t she?” The doctor asked quietly.

Damien nodded. “Yes. She was clutching her head… she said it hurt. Then she collapsed.”

Dr. Haven sighed, removing his glasses. “That explains it. When suppressed or repressed memories return suddenly, especially after long–term memory loss, it can cause severe neural stress…migraines, disorientation, even loss of consciousness.”

“Suppressed?” Darius repeated sharply. “Are you saying someone suppressed her memories?”

Dr. Haven met his gaze steadily. “Yes.” He turned to the table where the test results were printing. “There are no signs of a physical injury, no concussion, no trauma consistent with an accident. But her bloodstream shows trace residues of a compound that shouldn’t be there. It’s a drug, a neurological suppressant.”

Luna frowned in confusion. “What kind of drug?”

“It’s used to block memory pathways,” Dr. Haven explained carefully. “It doesn’t erase memories, but it dulls access to them. Over time, the brain simply stops trying to recall what’s been buried.”

Darius‘ hands clenched into fists. “You’re saying someone has been drugging her? For how long?”

Dr. Haven’s voice grew heavier. “For years, I’d say. The markers suggest long–term exposure… likely administered in small doses over an extended period. Whoever did this wanted to make sure her memories

never came back.”

The room went still.

Then, with a sharp curse, Darius slammed his fist against the table, making Luna flinch. “If that Silas and Elena weren’t already dead,” he snarled, his voice cold with rage, “I’d have killed them myself.”

Luna covered her mouth, her voice trembling. “Darius-”

He turned away, pacing furiously. “They took her from us, wiped her memories, drugged her and we couldn’t even give them the punishment they deserved because they died before I could get to them!”

Damien looked at his father, eyes dark. “You think it was them?”

Darius turned back sharply. “Who else could it be? Who had her all those years? Who kept her from us? It was those damned vultures… that man and his wife. They took her and fed her lies until she forgot who she was!”

Luna’s voice trembled, tears now slipping down her cheeks. “Will she be alright?”

Dr. Haven’s expression softened. “Yes. We’ve flushed out the remaining traces of the drug from her system. Her body will need time to recover, but physically she’s stable. As for her memories…” He paused, glancing at Alina’s sleeping form. “When she wakes up, she may remember everything at once…or her mind might release those memories in fragments, bit by bit.”

Luna reached for Alina’s hand again, squeezing it gently. “So she’ll remember us?”

“She will,” Dr. Haven said kindly. “Her brain is reactivating pathways that were shut down for years. It’ll be overwhelming, but it’s a good sign.”

Damien exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair. “God…”

The doctor began to pack his tools, his tone firm but calm. “For now, let her rest. Don’t overstimulate her when she wakes. Familiar faces will help, but keep conversations gentle. No sudden shocks.”

“Understood.“Darius said quietly, though his voice still carried an undercurrent of anger.

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