My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 258

In a hospital…

Sandra was reclining on the examination table, her body connected to a series of high-tech apparatuses that fed real-time data straight into the nearby computer system.

The doctor, with a concentrated gaze, scrutinized the digital readouts before finally raising his eyes to meet Elijah’s.

“Ms.

Sandra is progressing quite well in her recovery.

Her heart is functioning exceptionally well—there are no significant concerns to report.

Keep in mind, though, since the heart is a transplant, it may not function as fluidly as her original one did.

A bit of discomfort here and there is to be expected, but it’s nothing alarming.”

Elijah responded with a firm nod, his voice steady, “Understood.

Please continue with the same supplements as before.

They seem to be effective.”

Sandra offered a frail smile, the kind that hinted at more resilience than her tone let on, as she slowly sat up from the machinery.

“As long as my heart is functioning, I can handle a little discomfort.”

Oliver, who had been quietly observing, furrowed his brow at her words.

They struck him as oddly detached, almost as if Sandra viewed herself merely as a container for the new heart, rather than as its beneficiary.

The true essence of the heart transplant was, after all, to enhance her quality of life—wasn’t it?

His thoughts whirled with confusion over her cryptic sentiment.

Elijah crossed the room to Sandra’s side, his actions tender.

He tousled her hair affectionately and draped a coat over her shoulders, his voice warm and reassuring.

“Don’t dwell on these thoughts too much.

Whatever it takes, I’m here to ensure you have a healthy, joyful life.”

In that moment, Oliver’s phone vibrated urgently.

He cast a glance at Elijah, hesitated for a moment, then excused himself to step into the corridor for more privacy.

Only when he was alone in the dimly lit corridor did Oliver press the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Mr.

James.”

The echo of Elijah’s earlier heated call with Aaron hung heavily in the air, a prelude to more trouble, perhaps.

What had Aaron stirred up this time?

A raspy voice crackled through the speaker, laden with urgency.

“It’s serious—Elizabeth’s gone missing! You need to speak with Elijah now.

We can’t afford any delays or standoffs!”

Aaron’s voice was frantic, the words tumbling out in a rush of pent-up anxiety and exhaustion.

“We’ve been out looking for hours, and I even tried to file a missing person’s report, but the police need us to wait 24 hours.”

He continued, desperation seeping into his tone, “I reached out to Ms.

Sandra, and she just bounced me over to the Elizabeth family.

But they’re no help—just bloodsuckers, really.

I was out of my mind to think they’d lift a finger.”

Aaron paused, a deep sigh filtering through the line.

“In the end, I had to call a few friends to join the search.”

He omitted the part where he sought assistance from the Murray family.

His complaint about Billie’s and Elijah’s lack of concern had backfired, leading them to practically shut him out, refusing even the simplest aid since Elizabeth lacked any notable social standing.

For the first time, Aaron felt the sting of seeing his social world through the eyes of an outsider—harsh, cold, and indifferent.

“We’ve been at it for five or six hours now.

I’ve checked four or five different spots, and there’s no trace of her.

Elizabeth’s phone is off, and now Elijah isn’t picking up his phone either.

You have to talk to him!”

The harsh reality dawned on Aaron.

Without the Murray family’s influential backing, his own power was frustratingly minimal.

“Wait, Mr.

James,” Oliver interjected sharply, sensing the urgency of the matter.

He quickly retraced his steps back to the room, his phone clutched tightly in his grasp.

As he burst through the door, Oliver fixed his gaze on Elijah and declared with urgency, “Mr.

James, Mrs.

James has vanished!”

“What do you mean she’s vanished?” Elijah’s brows furrowed deeply, his irritation giving way to a mix of disbelief and growing concern.

Meanwhile, Sandra’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous satisfaction.

She hadn’t anticipated such a swift reaction from the fans.

“I’ll speak to Elijah myself!” Aaron called out over the phone.

Oliver passed the phone to Elijah, allowing Aaron to relay the details once more.

Sandra blinked, her demeanor innocent, her voice delicate and seemingly sincere.

“I just looked at the trending topics online.

There’s nothing too scandalous.

It’s not being taken seriously, really.

At most, people are just chatting about it online.”

She then continued in a lower tone, “Besides, it isn’t the first time Elizabeth hasn’t picked up her phone.

It would be absurd to report her missing every time, wouldn’t it?”

Elijah paused for a moment, his expression turning somber and contemplative.

Sandra approached and gently tugged at his arm.

“Elijah, we still have a few tests to go—and a blood draw.

I’m really frightened to do it alone.”

Elijah gently pushed her hand away, shifting his eyes away from her.

“Oliver, stay here and make a call to Elva.

Both of you should stay with Sandra during her tests.”

Sandra’s expression morphed into one of surprise, her face etched with distress.

“Elijah, I really don’t want to be alone! I absolutely can’t stand needles and all these tests,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as it threatened to break into tears.

“Please, Sandra, try to be brave,” Elijah implored in a tender voice, turning away from her.

With these words, he exited the room, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

Sandra watched his departing silhouette, her eyes brimming with tears, hands balled into tight fists.

In her heart, a silent wish echoed for Elizabeth to vanish forever.

Elizabeth’s eyelids fluttered open.

Above her, the crystal chandelier swayed gently, casting a harsh light that made her squint and raise a hand to shield her eyes.

As her surroundings came into focus, realization dawned on her—this was not a dream.

Confusion swirled within her.

Was she still alive? Had she been rescued and brought back to the yacht? Had Nate been her savior?

Peering down, she noticed her attire—she was dressed in pristine athletic wear and covered with a silky, soft quilt.

Remarkably, she felt no pain or violation of any sort.

She sat up, scanning the room, which was notably larger than the one on Nate’s yacht that she had previously been in.

Even the stark white walls radiated an air of opulence reminiscent of the Norris family’s yacht.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open, and a man dressed in a crisp white shirt entered.

His features were refined, his eyes reflecting the light of the chandelier with a serene gentleness, as if he were gazing at someone cherished.

“Elizabeth, it’s been far too long,” he said, his voice smooth and calming, like a soothing stream, tempering the storm of anxiety that had plagued her throughout the night.