The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress

After teasing Hera a few times, Luke and Rafael got ready to leave for the hospital to visit Leo. Rafael immediately went to fetch Hera's wheelchair, while the nurse also prepared to accompany them—just in case. But Luke shook his head.

"No need to come with us. Just stay here and get acquainted with the place. You'll only need to look after Hera when we're not around," he said.

The nurse still wasn't used to having nothing to do while being paid by the hour. As long as she stayed in Hera's penthouse, she would continue to earn her wage. She genuinely liked Hera, finding her charming, sweet, and easy to get along with, so she didn't want to lose this job.

She also wanted a chance to demonstrate her skills a few times, but no such opportunity had presented itself yet.

'Even CEOs these days steal a nurse's job to help a patient? What about my job?' the nurse thought, forcing a stiff nod. As soon as she did, Rafael pushed Hera's wheelchair out of the living room toward the door, with Luke immediately following.

Amy, seeing the nurse's awkward expression, gave her a light pat on the back.

"Don't worry too much… You won't lose your job," Amy assured her. Emerald looked up and nodded. Since she couldn't directly help her patient, she decided to assist around the penthouse instead, lightening Amy and Hannah's workload.

The two tried to stop her, but Emerald refused to sit idle and insisted on keeping busy.

Meanwhile, Hera sat nervously in the car on the way to the hospital. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling about seeing Leo again, especially now that he had amnesia. It felt different, strange, but also like a new experience.

Before long, they arrived at the hospital, where Zhane was already waiting at the entrance. The moment he spotted their car pulling up, he hurried forward to open the door.

Luke and Rafael stepped out first; Rafael immediately went to the back to retrieve Hera's wheelchair, while Luke walked over to Zhane's side and gently lifted Hera from her seat.

As soon as Rafael set up the wheelchair, Luke carefully lowered Hera into it. Zhane, already in position, began pushing her forward without missing a beat. They moved with such seamless coordination, it was as if they had rehearsed the routine countless times—leaving Hera no chance to say a word.

Even the bento box she had been cradling in her arms was whisked away by Rafael, leaving only her phone in her hand.

"You don't have to carry anything, let us do everything..." Rafael said with a chuckle as he saw Hera pout as she stared at her hands.

Hera could only purse her lips as she was pushed inside. It wasn't long before they reached the floor reserved for Leo. The moment they stopped in front of his door, Hera immediately caught the sound of Silvia's overly sweet voice, chattering one-sidedly from within Leo's ward.

Luke opened the door, and Zhane smoothly pushed Hera inside, with Luke and Rafael following behind. There sat Silvia, flanked by her bodyguards, comfortably sitting in a chair as she peeled an apple for Leo—who was clearly ignoring her.

When the door opened without so much as a knock, Leo's already displeased expression deepened into an even darker frown. He was about to say something cold, but then his gaze fell on Hera being wheeled in.

A flicker of unease and guilt passed through him, and he shifted nervously in bed, only to tug at his injuries. For some reason, the sight of Hera finding Silvia in his room again made him more unsettled than he cared to admit.

But what could he do? No matter how many times he barked at them to leave, one simply pretended to be deaf, ignoring his orders. The more he raised his voice in anger, the more he tugged at his injuries, sending sharp jolts of pain through his body.

In the end, all his resistance only left him hurting and helpless, trapped alone in the ward with them.

It wasn't as if he enjoyed the admiring gazes or the so-called care; in fact, it grated on him. It was like having a fly buzzing relentlessly in his ear, wearing down his patience with every second. He was on the verge of exploding when Hera arrived.

He felt a sudden wave of panic, as if he'd been caught red-handed in the act of cheating. Nervousness prickled through him, and now that he knew Hera was his fiancée, his lover, that unease only deepened.

He couldn't remember anything, yet his body seemed to recall everything, reacting before his mind could catch up.

Almost instinctively, he shifted away from Silvia and even made an awkward attempt to get out of bed, trying to move closer to Hera like a loyal puppy. His eyes, without him realizing it, held a wronged and pitiful look as they fixed on her.

The sight was enough to amuse both Luke and Rafael; Rafael even rolled his eyes.

"You again!" Silvia shot up from her seat, her hand tightening around the fruit knife as she pointed it at Hera. The humiliation she had suffered last night because of this woman was still fresh in her mind, and she loathed her for it.

But to find her here, in Leo's ward, was even worse. The sight instantly put Silvia on edge, her hostility sharpening. Hera was a threat; she could feel it in the way Leo reacted to her, so strongly it made Silvia's stomach twist with unease.

"What are you doing here?! You're not allowed here!" she snapped.

Leo's expression shifted in an instant, his pitiful, puppy-like gaze at Hera hardening into a lethal glare aimed at Silvia. She didn't notice, too busy throwing her own venomous look at Hera.

Before Leo could speak up in Hera's defense, Hera beat him to it. "As far as I know, I'm not here to visit you. And besides, it's not like you're welcome here either, yet here you are, sitting there with a face thicker than the Great Wall of China."

Hera didn't hold back. Her retort was sharp enough to rival Dave's most cutting comebacks, packed with enough gunpowder to blow a hole through Silvia's pride. The words hit their mark—Silvia went rigid, trembling with rage, every muscle itching to claw that smug look off Hera's face.

But the look Rafael and Luke shot at Silvia's bodyguards made them freeze mid-step. Both men radiated the kind of lethal presence that warned, 'One more move and we'll take your heads off.'

Zhane, reading the atmosphere, quietly wheeled Hera to Leo's other side, while Luke and Rafael fell in behind them, never taking their eyes off Silvia's guards. Honestly, Rafael's menacing glare alone was more frightening than the two hulking men combined; he carried himself like a mafia boss who'd already sent countless people to their graves, his dark aura making the air feel heavier.

Luke, on the other hand, was a different kind of terrifying. When his lips curled into that sinister smile, he looked like a breathtaking angel, but the kind whose smile promised death so swift you wouldn't even know how you died. The effect was enough to send chills through everyone's spine, especially Silvia, whose knees nearly gave way.

But Silvia powered through, refusing to back down, and turned her scorn on Hera.

"Ha! If I, his fiancée, doesn't have the right to be here, then how could you, an outsider, possibly have the chance to stand here speaking with the heir of the Hendrix Conglomerate?!"

Every word dripped with condescension. She wanted Hera to feel the weight of the gulf between their statuses, to see herself as small and unworthy, if she had any sense of tact left.

After all, a powerful conglomerate like the Hendrix family wouldn't simply welcome anyone into their family. Silvia wanted Hera to understand her place and back off before she embarrassed herself beyond repair.

But instead of intimidating or embarrassing Hera, Silvia's words had the opposite effect. Hera chuckled coldly, her face hardening into an expression of cool indifference.

"Fiancée? You?" she echoed with a raised brow, as though she knew something Silvia didn't.

Silvia's heart skipped a beat. Everyone knew she was the Avery heiress, of course, people would assume it made perfect sense for her to be Leo's fiancée. She was confident Leo wouldn't refute her claim; after all, there was some truth to it.

The Avery and Hendrix families did have such an arrangement. Even if she wasn't the chosen one, she doubted Leo would humiliate her, especially not in front of an outsider. It wasn't just about her after all; it was about the Avery family's pride. And Hera, even if she had some wealth, had no standing to openly challenge her on someone else's territory.

But to her shock, Leo didn't hesitate to cut her down.

"Stop spouting nonsense. You know better than anyone that you're not my fiancée. Stop dreaming."

His voice was even, emotionless, yet the words struck Silvia's heart like the sharpest blade.