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Cyril rushed to Hazel’s room with Kassandra following closely behind. While she didn’t know what had happened to Hazel, Cyril’s reaction had her worried.

Cyril opened Hazel’s bedroom door and found Hazel curled up in bed. She had a furrowed brow and clenched her teeth tightly. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she clutched her clothes over her heart, appearing to be in intense pain.

“Hazel,” Cyril softly said. “Can you hear me?” Cyril reached out to support Hazel. He had never seen Hazel like this before.

“Kassandra, do you know what’s going on?” Cyril turned to Kassandra behind him.

“Let me see,” Kassandra walked to Hazel’s bedside. Her face also showed signs of concern. Kassandra chanted a few spells and made several hand gestures.

“It seems to be related to her heart,” Kassandra attempted to pry Hazel’s hand away, but she held on tightly.

“Do you have any way to help her?” Cyril quickly inquired. “She looks in a lot of pain.”

Kassandra shook her head. This was the first time she had encountered such a tricky situation. She had no idea what was happening with Hazel’s body.

“Cyril, we can seek Aunt Fran’s help,” Kassandra suggested. Although she wasn’t sure of Fran’s capabilities, she remembered her mother saying that Fran’s talents far surpassed those of anyone else. She knew all sorts of things, and maybe she could shed light on what was happening to Hazel.

“Can you take care of her for a moment?” Cyril gently laid Hazel on the bed and then left the room.

Cyril quickly rushed downstairs and used the mindlink to relay the situation to Theo, instructing him to bring his grandmother to the manor. He also told Berhtulf to prepare to receive guests and informed the Parrish and Rankin couples to come to the manor and stand by in case of any special circumstances.

After doing all of this, Cyril returned to Hazel’s room. Her cheeks had turned red, the cold sweat on her forehead had increased, and she continued to pound on her bed. Her back arched, and she appeared to be in even greater distress.

Cyril also had his hand on his chest. Finally, he understood where his unease was coming from. He could feel some of Hazel’s pain, and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Why was this happening? He had never encountered anything like it.

Hazel’s pain continued to intensify, and Cyril’s lips tightened.

Half an hour later, Theo finally arrived at Graymeen Manor with his grandmother in tow. As Fran entered Hazel’s room, her face displayed a pained expression. She noticed that aside from Cyril, there was another woman in the room, and her familiar attire quickly revealed her identity. Cyril must have discovered who she was, or else he wouldn’t have had Theo bring her to the manor in the middle of the night.

“Hazel,” Fran softly spoke as she walked to Hazel’s bedside. However, Hazel seemed to be in some sort of state, and her heart appeared to be causing her great discomfort.

Hazel felt the softness beside her and the intense heartache made it impossible for her to think about anything else. Everything seemed to be moving backward, and Hazel curled up in bed. She felt like she was being held in a familiar embrace, and a familiar voice kept intruding into her mind.

“Hazel… Hazel…” someone was calling her name.

Hazel struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy, making it impossible for her to open them fully. She could hear people talking, and her thoughts gradually became clearer, but her consciousness had not fully awakened.

Hazel’s hand rested on her chest, and she touched her heart, trying to alleviate the pain. However, the heartache continued to intensify, and she even felt a burning sensation.

Hazel felt like she heard her grandmother’s voice, but it had to be an illusion. She was living in Cyril’s private estate now, so there was no way she could hear her grandmother talking.

She also heard various voices, both male and female.

Fran examined Hazel’s condition closely, and she didn’t look well. It might have something to do with her biological father.

Cyril looked at Fran, and there was another man standing beside her. Cyril had seen that man at Hazel’s house before; he was also a werewolf.

“I think you must have some yarrow,” Fran said to Kassandra, who was standing nearby.

Kassandra nodded, aware that Fran had recognized her true identity.

Kassandra retrieved a bottle of yarrow from her bag and handed it to Fran.

Fran placed the yarrow in her palm and instructed Theo to fetch a glass of water to moisten the yarrow. Her mouth began to utter incantations, and Cyril watched as the yarrow turned into a muddy substance with a purple glow around it.

Fran pulled down Hazel’s shirt to expose her chest and applied the yarrow to Hazel’s heart.

“Ah…” Hazel made a sound of discomfort, but it quickly faded away. Her breathing gradually stabilized, and she began to have fragmented memories.

“It’s over,” Fran said, wiping her hands with a tissue. She knew Hazel was now safe.

Cyril couldn’t help but inquire, “What happened to Hazel?”

Fran looked at everyone in the room, then back to Hazel on the bed. She sighed deeply, realizing that Hazel’s true identity might no longer be concealed.

“The vampires were trying to establish a connection with her, but her body was rejecting it,” Fran summarized.

Cyril frowned when he heard about vampires. The only vampire he could think of in connection with Hazel was Hawthorne, as he was the only vampire who had contact with her.

“Vampires?” Kassandra asked. “So you used yarrow, the herb vampires fear the most, right?”

She didn’t know what had transpired between Hazel and the vampires, but she was amazed at Fran’s talents. Kassandra had no idea what had caused Hazel’s pain or how it related to vampires.

“Yes, yarrow can temporarily sever Hazel’s connection with the vampires,” Fran explained. However, she knew that yarrow also had an impact on Hazel, but it would only hurt her a bit and wouldn’t threaten her life.

On the bed, Hazel touched her forehead. She had a throbbing headache, aching in her heart, and a general discomfort all over her body. She felt a sticky substance on her skin, making her extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to get rid of whatever was on her chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remove it.

Hazel wanted to wake up, but she couldn’t open her eyes. She felt everything around her was dark, and she could only hear the voices of others.

Her mind was filled with many memories. Hazel remembered her mother, even though her mother’s face had become blurry. But why were those memories still so vivid? She didn’t want to see her mother or remember those heartbreaking moments.

Standing beside her mother was a strange man, and Hazel didn’t know who he was. She screamed frantically, but there was no echo. As a spectator, she watched her mother with another unfamiliar man, and it pained her. Where had her father gone?

Everyone noticed Hazel’s movements. Though she didn’t appear to be in pain anymore, she seemed trapped in some kind of memory. Her mouth produced sounds, but no one could understand what she was trying to say.

Fran walked to Hazel’s bedside and comforted her, just as she had done before. Hazel felt the familiar warmth, and she gradually regained composure.

“Why would vampires want to establish a connection with Hazel?” Theo chimed in at the right moment. He felt that the things happening to Hazel were becoming more and more bizarre. Just who was his sister? And why was she going through all of this? Theo truly wanted to know.

Cyril also gazed at Fran, feeling that the situation surrounding Hazel was becoming increasingly complex.

Fran looked at everyone, and then she spoke slowly, “Because Hazel’s biological father is a vampire.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.