Chapter 371

The rain hammered against the hospital windows with relentless fury.

Stella Valentine's hand trembled slightly as she signed the last document, her signature barely legible.

"Mrs. Roland, your husband's condition is critical." The nurse handed her a stack of test results. "Multiple fractures, but the most dangerous is hemorrhagic shock."

Her fingers jerked. The fountain pen clattered to the floor.

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the glaring red light above the ER doors.

Her phone vibrated suddenly.

"Stella, I've got the lilies." The voice on the line dripped with honeyed warmth. "We should head to the Roland estate now."

She stared at her reflection in the rain-streaked glass. "What was my mother's favorite flower?"

"Lilies, of course." The answer came too quickly.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Sunflowers. You didn't even know that."

Dead silence filled the line.

"Who are you?" Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Mr. Alistair would never mistake something like that."

"I'm just... distracted." The voice backpedaled frantically. "Yes, sunflowers."

Stella ended the call and blocked the number.

The ER doors hissed open. A doctor rushed out. "Family? We need an emergency blood transfusion!"

She staggered to her feet, her elongated shadow stretching under the fluorescent lights.

Her phone lit up again. Multiple texts appeared in rapid succession:

[Is Adrian dying?]

[The Roland empire belongs to me now.]

[Where are you?]

Each word stabbed like a knife.

The rain intensified, drumming against the glass. Stella suddenly remembered her psychiatrist's words—twins share a unique psychic connection.

That's how he knew the dog's name. The crabapple tree...

But not her mother's sunflowers.

The ER light still burned red. Hugging herself, a horrifying realization crystallized in her mind.

If the connection only transmits fragmented memories...

Then the real Mr. Alistair might be fighting for his life behind those doors.