The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 607 Fever and Frustration Victor sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes.

It was getting on his nerves.

He glanced at the bedside table. The medicine the doctor had left for her wounds was still sealed. Clearly, she hadn't used it at all like he told her to.

With a sigh, he picked up the tube and tore the packaging open.

Then he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands and grabbed a pair of disposable gloves from the medical kit.

Last night had clearly shaken her up more than he thought.

As he applied the ointment, Tessa squirmed and whimpered in protest. "It hurts... don't..." She kept twisting her body away from him, trying to avoid the pain.

With a short sigh, Victor pulled her straight out of the blankets and into his arms. “Hold still.” His tone was firm, not loud, but it left no room for arguing. Even in her feverish haze, Tessa flinched and instinctively curled in on herself.

Victor watched her for a moment and let out a quiet sigh.

"It hurts..." She whimpered again, eyes closed, lips barely moving as the medicine stung.

He paused mid-motion, glancing down at the weak, flushed girl in his arms. His voice dropped, soft and gruff. "So damn fragile." Between her whining and constant squirming, it took him almost ten minutes to get the medicine on properly.

It was rough on her, but it wasn't exactly easy for him either.

Especially with her twisting around in his lap the whole time.

Once he finished, he pulled the blanket over her and grabbed the bottle of liquid medicine.

Just like the housekeeper said-she wasn't having it.

It turned into a whole struggle.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

His voice carried that usual chill, the kind that normally made people freeze. But instead of listening, Tessa grabbed her blanket, rolled to the far side of the bed, and buried herself in it.

Victor stared at her in silence.

Watching her fight him off over something as simple as medicine pushed him past patience.

He grabbed her ankle and dragged her right back toward him.

Then, without giving her the chance to resist, he forced the medicine into her mouth.

He really did force it down.

She was burning up with fever. If he didn't get something in her soon to bring it down, there was no telling what could happen.

She kept resisting, and by the end, most of the medicine had spilled onto her clothes.

By the end of it, Victor was completely worn out. His patience was shot.

Frustrated and covered in sweat, he stormed out of the room. The housekeepers standing just outside froze as soon as they 1/3 8:37 0 0 Chapter 607 Fever and Frustration saw the look on his face-no one dared speak.

"Change her clothes," he snapped.

"Yes, Mr. Victor." Finished After giving his orders, Victor turned and headed back to his room. On his way to the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes one by one, letting them fall to the floor.

He turned on the shower and stepped straight into the freezing water.

Damn it.

This feeling of losing control-it was getting harder and harder to manage.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the heat finally faded from his body.

He was just stepping out, toweling off, and throwing on clean clothes when a soft knock sounded at the door. "Mr. Victor, are you in there?" "What is it?" His voice cut like ice.

Even though the cold shower had cooled his body, his tone was still rough-gravelly, edged with something dark. The housekeeper hesitated, clearly startled. "Ms. Tessa... she refuses to change." Victor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "No matter what we say, she won't let go of her clothes." Victor's face darkened. "Then cut them off." "C-Cut them?" the housekeeper stammered. "Are... are you serious?" He ran a hand through his damp hair, sighing.

Back in Tessa's room, it was exactly as the housekeeper described-she was curled up, clinging tightly to the front of her soaked shirt with both hands.

Even in a daze, she was guarding herself with everything she had.

Tiny. Weak. But still trying to protect herself.

Victor stepped forward and scooped her into his arms. His arm brushed against the damp fabric clinging to her chest-soaked and cold. She was already sick. If she slept in damp clothes, she'd only get worse.

She was already this fragile-if it got any worse, she'd be completely unmanageable.

"Let go," he said softly, holding her close.

He gripped her wrist gently, trying to pry her hand from her shirt.

But she didn't budge.

Victor's tone softened. "Con, be good. You have to change." But even sick and barely conscious, Tessa stayed guarded. Nothing he said got through-not coaxing, not commands, not a word.

He gritted his teeth and held out a few more minutes.

Ten minutes passed. She didn't let go for even a second.

2/3 Chapter 607 Fever and Frustration Victor had never coddled anyone in his life. And now, his patience had officially reached its breaking point.

With one hand on her waist and the other gripping her shirt, he gave a sharp pull.

Rip. The shirt tore clean apart.

Outside, the housekeepers heard the sound and instantly froze. No one dared enter the room.

Victor didn't waste any more time. He managed to get her into fresh clothes in a few minutes, even though she kept squirming and letting out faint little whimpers. She wasn't fully aware, though. Her eyelids were too heavy, her body too worn down from the fever.

Finished Compared to the quiet tenderness between Stella and Abraham...

Victor was one step away from losing his mind trying to care for someone. Between forcing medicine, fighting her over clothes, and her constant resistance- It was a miracle he hadn't exploded already.