Chapter 97 The Silent Truth

• Aphrodite paced the length of the hallway leading to the healer’s chambers, her mind racing with a swarm of unanswered questions. The image of Hades convulsing on the ground, struggling to breathe, was burned into her memory. How had this happened? And why now, just as he was about to reveal something critical about her son? She had to know the truth, and there was only one place left to search for answers.
• When she finally entered the healer’s chamber, she found the healer sitting beside Hades’ bed, carefully monitoring his pulse. Hades lay unmoving, his face pale and drawn, his breaths shallow. His condition hadn’t improved since the night before.
• The healer glanced up as Aphrodite entered, her eyes filled with concern. “My Lady,” she greeted gently, “you’re back.”