The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 572

Chapter 572: Chapter 572 The Other Three Arrived
Pausing for a moment, he handled the stained sheet gingerly, folding it and setting it aside in a place where the others could see if they wished.

With a quiet sigh, he replaced the bedding with a fresh, clean set, smoothing out the fabric as he worked, ensuring the room was ready for when Hera returned.

Soon after, Rafael noticed the bloodstained sheet as well.

Leo, who had been carrying Hera wrapped in a bathrobe with her long hair wrapped in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom and gently laid her down on the bed.

As he began searching for the hair dryer, his eyes fell on the sheet, and he immediately understood why Zhane had placed it aside.

His gaze shifted to the two men standing nearby, their satisfied smiles telling him everything he needed to know.

Leo’s eyes crinkled into a wide, satisfied smile, knowing full well that he was her first.

He didn’t see it as a badge to wear, but rather as a cherished symbol of her love for him. It was proof that, despite all the other men around her, she had chosen him.

At that moment, he felt a rush of warmth bloom in his chest, like fireworks igniting inside him.

It was a sign that he had finally made his way into her heart, and the realization filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy and pride.

“Don’t be too smug,” Rafael huffed, gently swiping the hairdryer from Leo’s hands before moving back to Hera’s side.

He was a bit clumsy, but he made sure to keep the blower away from her face, careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

After the intensity of her last climax, Hera had fallen unconscious, overwhelmed by everything, but she didn’t regret it.

A small smile played at her lips as she slept, content. Seeing her like that, the three men’s tense hearts finally eased.

Once they had cleaned up, they returned to her side, slowly settling beside her.

This time, they truly planned to sleep. Zhane, however, made sure to remove the soiled bedsheets and put them in the washer, ensuring no evidence would remain.

But before he did, they shared one final, quiet moment together—something to commemorate the intensity of what had just passed.

After all, this was their first step toward truly becoming one with Hera, and each of them felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

Before settling to sleep, Zhane carefully hooked Rafael up to a new IV drip, noticing the previous one had long fallen off.

What he didn’t realize was that, before making a move, Rafael had silently removed the IV needle.

He wouldn’t be able to move freely with it still attached, and now the discarded needle lay on the floor, covered in germs and bacteria.

Without hesitation, Zhane discarded it in the trash, replacing it with a fresh one from the nearby supply.

While Rafael and Zhane were busy, Leo gently laid beside Hera, pulling the blanket over them both.

He snuggled close, resting his nose contentedly in the crook of her neck.

Instinctively, Hera shifted closer, nuzzling into his embrace. The warmth of his body soothed her tired muscles, and she drifted into a peaceful slumber, comforted by his presence.

Seeing this, Zhane and Rafael quickly finished cleaning up, wiping down their bodies and changing into fresh clothes.

They tidied up the room, making sure everything was in order.

Once they were done, both men joined Hera and Leo on the bed.

Since Rafael was still hooked up to the IV drip, he settled on Hera’s left side, while Zhane lay beside Leo.

Though he would have preferred to be closer to Hera, he didn’t complain.

After the strenuous night, exhaustion weighed heavily on all of them, and Rafael, still feeling the effects of the medication, quickly succumbed to sleep.

The four of them slept soundly through the night.

However, the peace was shattered when the door suddenly swung open with a loud creak.

Rafael’s temper flared instantly, his irritation cutting through the haze of sleep.

“Who the hell is it?” he muttered, not fully opening his eyes.

His first instinct was to check if Hera had been startled by the noise, his gaze locking on her peaceful face.

When he saw that she was still sleeping soundly, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing as he snuggled closer to her, seeking comfort in her warmth.

“Hmmm? Something’s not right,” Dave muttered as he entered the ward, his instincts immediately telling him something was off.

Earlier that morning, he had arrived at Green Dragon Manor, eager to spend time with Hera.

Upon finding Luke and Xavier standing just outside her penthouse, he learned that Hera hadn’t gone home.

The only place they knew she might be was the hospital, as mentioned by her servant. Without wasting time, they headed there as quickly as they could.

However, as soon as they arrived on the hospital floor, an eerie quietness hung in the air, something about it unsettling that Dave couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He wasn’t the only one who sensed it—Luke and Xavier shared the same feeling.

They rushed to the VIP ward, only to find Hera, Leo, Zhane, and Rafael all sound asleep in the bed.

Leo, in particular, looked like a snake coiled around Hera, his body wrapped protectively around hers.

“It’s already 9 in the morning, and Hera hasn’t woken up yet. This isn’t like her,” Luke murmured, concern creeping into his voice.

He knew Hera’s routine well—she usually woke up early, taking a few laps around the garden before diving into her day’s tasks, never staying in bed for long.

But today, it was already late, and she was still asleep.

Her face, though, told a different story. She looked unusually tired, yet there was a soft rosy glow to her complexion, an afterglow that made Luke pause, realizing what it might mean…

A flash of realization hit the three men simultaneously, and they exchanged quick, searching glances, each of them silently confirming the same unsettling thought.

Dave’s face darkened instantly, his mood shifting to one of anger and frustration.

He strode over to the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the four sleeping figures, his gaze locking onto Leo, Rafael, and Zhane with a fiery intensity.

They waited in silence, sitting on the sofa, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the four sleeping in the bed.

Two hours passed before Hera groggily stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

“Water,” she croaked hoarsely, her voice sounding different from the usual lazy, alluring tone she had when she first woke. This time, it was dry, weak, and rough, as though her throat had been overused.

As Hera slowly propped herself up, a sharp wince of pain crossed her face.

Every inch of her body ached, and her lower body felt sore.

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a sound, but this subtle movement was enough for Dave, Luke, and Xavier to know that their worst fears had come true.

Without a moment’s hesitation, all three of them jumped to their feet, rushing to her side.