Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 268: Healing

He said to Lucian, "Take care of her."

Lucian looked calm, almost as if he had already expected this outcome.

He snapped his fingers.

A healing spirit appeared in the air, floating arrogantly as if it owned the place.

Before it could act, Lucian’s long, pale fingers held it firmly in place.

"Heal her, and don’t you dare kiss her again; otherwise, forget about being able to see her ever again," he said coolly.

The healing spirit, which had been haughty just moments ago, panicked instantly. It shook its head rapidly, clearly terrified of Lucian.

Lucian smiled faintly. "Your job is simple. Send healing waves into her body while maintaining distance."

The spirit hesitated, then nodded reluctantly, irritation clear on its chubby face.

It stretched out its small, watery paws, releasing soft yellow waves that slowly flowed into Lana’s body.

The moment those waves entered her, Lana’s condition visibly improved.

Her pale lips regained color, her furrowed brows relaxed, and the pain etched into her expression faded away.

Mr. Crow watched silently, his sharp eyes moving between the healing spirit and Lucian. He chose not to comment.

Lana, however, felt as if she had entered an entirely different world.

Everything around her was white. Blindingly white. So white that it felt unreal, as though she had stepped into a void made of light.

’Where am I?’ she wondered.

Just then, a voice echoed gently. "How are you feeling?"

Lana froze. "Who are you?"

The voice fell silent for a moment before replying softly, "I am the one who gave you the chance to be reborn."

Lana’s heart skipped. "If that’s true," she asked quickly, "then why can’t I see you?"

The voice seemed to smile. "The time isn’t right yet."

After a pause, it continued, "I’m here because I sensed that you wanted to communicate with me."

Lana was stunned. "I didn’t want to communicate with you," she said instinctively.

The white world remained silent, as if waiting for her to realize something she herself had yet to understand.

The voice fell into silence.

Lana frowned, confusion tightening her chest.

"Who are you?" she asked again. "Why do you keep saying that I wanted to communicate with you?"

There was no immediate reply.

After a long pause, the voice finally returned, low and solemn.

"You must be careful," it warned. "Try to reduce your contact as much as possible."

Lana’s heart skipped. "Contact with who?"

The voice ignored the question and continued,

"What awaits you ahead will be far more difficult than what you have already faced. Because of that, our communication must remain a secret."

Lana felt even more confused.

Questions crowded her mind, piling one over another, but before she could voice any of them, the white light around her began to dim.

It slowly receded, melting into darkness, as though someone were extinguishing a vast sea of light.

Just before everything turned completely black, the voice spoke one last time.

"This time, you must correct everything."

The darkness swallowed her whole.

Lana’s eyelids fluttered open, heavy and sluggish.

The first thing she saw was the familiar ceiling above her, bathed in soft light. She frowned slightly and murmured,

"What a strange dream."

Most of it had already slipped through her grasp like sand between her fingers.

All that remained was the vague memory of a voice, distant yet unsettling.

The moment she fully opened her eyes, Mr. Crow rushed to her side, his feathers ruffling in relief. "You’re finally awake!"

Lana turned her head toward him and smiled faintly.

"If you rush over like that," she teased softly, "you’ will become bald."

Before Mr. Crow could retort, another voice reached her ears, low and gentle. "Are you feeling better?"

Only then did Lana realize someone else was in the room.

She turned her gaze and froze.

Lucian was there.

He was dressed casually, gray sweatpants hanging loosely at his hips and a dark-colored T-shirt clinging comfortably to his frame.

His usually neat hair was slightly messy, soft strands falling across his forehead.

Instead of making him look untidy, it made him look almost unreal.

’He looks like he walked straight out of an anime,’ Lana thought blankly.

For a split second, she almost forgot how to breathe.

’Why does he look this good doing absolutely nothing?’

An absurd urge rose within her... to reach out, touch his face, maybe even pinch his cheek just to see his reaction.

She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be calm, while her heart betrayed her by beating just a little faster.

Lana replied in a calm, steady voice that she was feeling much better.

Lucian smiled faintly at her response and added, "Breakfast is ready."

Hearing that, Lana immediately asked, "How long was I out?"

Lucian answered smoothly, "About three to four hours."

Lana let out a quiet sigh of relief.

’That’s good,’ she thought. ’If I start blacking out too often, that would be a real problem.’

After breakfast, however, Lana quickly realized something felt off.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, soft and warm, clearly indicating that it was already morning.

She distinctly remembered fainting at night. Frowning, she looked at Lucian in confusion.

Lucian noticed her expression and clarified,

"Since your day starts in the morning, I counted it as three to four hours from then."

Lana nodded slowly. Of course, she thought. Lucian has always been like this. She did not dwell on it any further.

Nearby, Mr. Crow rolled his eyes but chose to remain silent.

Just as they finished their breakfast, the sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance.

A maid appeared and informed Lucian that guests had arrived.

When Lucian glanced at Lana, she gave a small nod.

Lucian then instructed, "Bring the Rivers family to the living room."

Once they entered, Lana immediately recognized them.

The Rivers family was a well-known political family.

Under normal circumstances, they might not have even offered her compensation, despite her being their savior.

However, because of her connection with Lucian, their attitude was completely different.

Although Lucian did not wield much direct influence in politics, he was an excellent sponsor, and political factions often sought to maintain good relations with him.