The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 331: Only Save One.

"It’s nothing much," Shikera beamed, "Just wanted to tell you that I loved you first."

Ethan frowned, clearly confused by Shikera’s words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

Shikera’s smile didn’t waver. "I loved you first," she repeated, her tone softer, but still playful.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. "Is this some kind of game? You’re doing this just to calm me down, right?" he asked, half-joking but still unsure.

Shikera shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nope. No game." She sighed, leaning back against the pillows, a playful glint in her eye. "You must’ve been a real simp to kneel on behalf of a fifteen-year-old girl when you were just twenty. I remember I had a rough transition into puberty so I wasn’t that beautiful then; how did you like me?"

Ethan’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity, his confusion deepening. However, he had an inkling concerning what she was about to tell him, and he had no idea what to feel if his suspicions turned out to be correct.

"Shikera, you’re not about to tell me what I think you’re about to tell me, are you?"

Shikera nodded, her smile widening, almost triumphant. "I remember everything that happened while I was kidnapped..." Her voice softened as she said, "And my first love..." she almost burst into laughter when Ethan’s eyes narrowed, but decided to continue, "Vincent Jordan. The cold first trainee of The Jordans whose very presence meant I had a free afternoon."

Ethan’s expression shifted, his brows furrowing as he processed her words. Shikera continued, her tone both nostalgic and amused. "Back then, I was always so weak because Jordan only gave me veggies to eat. He confined me to a bed all the time... probably why I got used to screaming to get my way." Her laughter was soft, almost fond. "But it never worked, except on the days when Vincent Jordan was around. My screams pissed him off so much, he always set me free just to shut me up."

Surprise flickered across Ethan’s face, but his gaze stood fixed on her as he tried to piece together what she was saying. He understood perfectly well all she was talking about. But she already lost her memory of that time. If the accident helped her regain it, was he supposed to consider it a good sign or a bad sign?

"Turns out," Shikera said cheekily, pulling g him out of his thoughts, "you lost to me. You didn’t love me first. I did."

Ethan opened his mouth, ready to respond, but before he could say anything, the door suddenly burst open, and Liam and Noah took hurried strides into the room, their expressions filled with relief and excitement.

"Princess!" Liam exclaimed, his steps quickening to her side.

Ethan didn’t leave any space at his side, forcing Liam to walk around to the other side before he could pull Shikera into a tight hug.

"We heard you are awake, are you alright?!"

★★★

The luxurious hospital lounge was filled with the quiet hum of conversation and the soft clink of coffee cups. Ethan sat on a plush couch with Shikera nestled close to him, her head resting on his chest. Despite the sterile environment, the room exuded a sense of calm, its tasteful décor—marble floors, abstract art on the walls, and sleek modern furniture—making it feel more like a five-star hotel lobby than a hospital’s.

Shikera was still in her customized patient uniform, the pale pink cotton fabric soft against her skin. A smile sitting permanently on her face at Ethan’s arm that was wrapped protectively around her shoulders, his fingers absently tracing small circles on her arm.

Across from them, Noah, Liam, Raine, Chris, and Mignon sat in quiet anticipation, their expressions varying from concern to curiosity. Krystal, Jordan, and one of the main gynecologist stood at the center of the room, all three of them serious, as if weighing their words carefully before speaking.

Ethan’s voice broke the silence, his tone steady but laced with tension. "What were the results of the tests? Is she okay?" He asked, his grip on Shikera tightening ever so slightly.

Before any of the doctors could respond to him, Shikera poked him in the side, her tone teasing but firm. "I told you earlier that I’m perfectly fine. Stop asking that."

Krystal, standing with her arms folded, coughed softly and cleared her throat, breaking the light atmosphere. "I’m sorry to say, Shikera, but that’s not quite right. I mean, you saying you are perfectly fine," she said, her voice gentle but carrying a weight that made the room tense instantly.

Instantly, Ethan pushed himself up to sit up straight, his arm slipping from around Shikera’s shoulders. A frown formed on his face as he turned his full attention to Krystal. "By she’s not perfectly fine, you mean?"

Jordan was the one who replied, his voice more pronounced in this moment, "After the tests, we discovered something." He paused, glancing at Shikera before continuing. "She needs to undergo surgery, and not in a few months as we planned. As soon as we can. In two weeks, at most."

"Two weeks?" Ethan echoed,, his voice low and dangerous. He felt Shikera stiffen beside him, prompting him to pull her closer.

It was a futile attempt to reassure her, and he knew it, but he had no other choice. How could someone in discomfort be able to comfort another person?

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing in disbelief as he continued, "What changed?"

"A lot," Jordan replied. He extended the chart in his hand to Ethan, as if to tell him to see for himself but Ethan didn’t take it.

"Tell me what the fuck changed!" he snapped.

"We also can’t guarantee that mother and children will stay alive at the end. Of course, we can try but we can’t—" Jordan proceeded to explain, when Shikera cut him off, her soft voice carrying authority and firmness that had been absent earlier.

"Am I supposed to be hearing this?" she asked, brows arched in genuine curiosity.