The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467

Before anyone realized, dark clouds eclipsed the sun, plunging the Osborne residence into deep gloom.

By the time Michael dragged his fatigued body back to the residence, night had completely set in.

The Osborne residence was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. The steward hurried forward, but before he could speak, Michael raised a hand to stop him.

Earlier that day, Emperor Arthur summoned Michael to the palace and absolutely tore into him.

Even the Queen wasn’t spared from the Emperor’s wrath.

Even without the steward saying a word, Michael knew exactly what had happened.

“How is Mother?” Michael asked.

The steward, looking dejected, replied, “Lady Kelsey showed slight improvement after taking the medicine, but remains

unconscious.”

Michael already knew the true severity of Kelsey’s condition. Yet, upon hearing the steward’s words, his heart plummeted.

Willow had failed to secure the medicine for his mother.

Michael paused in his tracks, weighing his options.

He would have to go himself to secure the medicine.

After kneeling before Emperor Arthur for half a day, Michael’s knees were in such agony he could barely bend them.

Each step sent sharp, needle-like pains shooting through his legs.

The attendant, heart aching, quickly supported him and urged anxiously, “Lord Osborne, please, let me tend to your wounds first.”

Michael gently shook his head. “It’s fine. Mother’s condition can’t wait.”

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Michael hauled himself onto the horse. With a sharp tug on the reins, he galloped toward the Saint Jero Clinic.

A long line stretched endlessly outside the Saint Jero Clinic.

The courtyard was packed to the brim-Athena was nowhere to be seen.

Michael, burning with anxiety, stopped a passerby and demanded, “What’s going on here? Why such a huge crowd?”

The passerby, looking haggard and furious, snapped, “What else could it be? It’s all thanks to the ‘brilliant job’ of Lady Willow. If not for her, the epidemic would’ve been contained long ago, and we wouldn’t be suffering like this.”

After the passerby finished speaking, only then did he notice that Michael was dressed in luxurious attire.

He eyed Michael warily. “You’re not one of the Osbornes, are you?”

Michael’s heart clenched. Instinctively, he shook his head. “No… no, I’m not.”

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Michael thought so many misunderstandings shouldn’t have come between Athena and him.

He longed for a fresh start with Athena.

As the line gradually thinned, Athena’s figure drew nearer.

Michael watched as Athena treated each patient with gentle kindness, a warm smile never leaving her face.

Her face was weary, yet her eyes were alight with spirit.

It seemed as though she had returned to the carefree Athena of her childhood days.

When Michael appeared before Athena, she merely gave him a cool, fleeting glance, then examined him with clinical detachment before preparing his medicine.

Throughout, she treated him just like any other patient.

Michael tried several times to strike up a conversation with Athena, but never got the chance.

It wasn’t until Michael stepped out of the Saint Jero Clinic that he truly realized how wide the chasm had grown between him and Athena.

Athena’s eyes no longer followed me-now she had Xander standing guard by her side.

Behind Athena, Xander sat in quiet vigilance.