The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

The serum that the Werewolf Race injected into Chloe's body that day, belonged to the same category as the genetic modification drug from many years ago.

For some reason, the drug from years ago didn't take effect, and the recent injection was a catalyst.

Their intentions were indeed malicious.

Chloe was the only legitimate heir of the Vampire Race, and Xavier had invested countless efforts in her.

Adding to the unique traits of the Vampire Race, it meant that without a wise leader, they could easily head towards extinction.

The extinction of a race, that's what it was.

"Did this catalyst work?" Chloe asked while covering her chest, trying to feel any changes in her body. "I don't seem to feel any difference."

The girl looked puzzled.

The doctor took out a box of medicine from his bag and handed it to Chloe:

"Don't worry too much. Pure-blood vampires are immune to all toxins in the world. This injection briefly disrupted the balance of elements in your body, but thanks to your previous training, this imbalance was quickly corrected and there won't be any major side effects for now."

Hearing this, Chloe vaguely understood something:

"So, you mean there will still be side effects?"

The doctor opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed it.

Seeing his nervousness, Chloe reassured him:

"What are you afraid of? I'm not dead yet, am I? I..."

"Miss!"

Anderson interrupted Chloe before she could finish.

She realized that her words were somewhat inauspicious. After meeting the disapproving looks of her companions, Chloe murmured, "I got it."

"What I mean is, my body is fine now. Just say what you have to say."

The doctor finally calmed down and continued:

"Of course there will be side effects, but they are generally mild, mainly including sleepiness and nightmares."

"Oh..." Chloe thought for a moment, feeling a bit sleepy indeed, then asked, "Will I have a shorter life?"

Doctor: "There are no signs of this in your body for now, but we need to keep observing."

Hearing this, Chloe was relieved: "I see, that's good then."

She casually leaned back on the bed: "Whether I live long or not doesn't matter. We, the Military Academy students, are born to face death. It's not easy for us to survive."

Everyone: "......"

Daniel: "I'm not going to be a Military Academy student for life. I'm going to be the Wolf King in the future."

"What does life and death have to do with me? The keyword of my life is wealth and honor."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaibei silently nodded.

Yes, that's the spirit.

Seeing this, Chloe stared at them silently for a moment: "Fine, you bunch of cowards."

They were all laughing and joking, showing no signs of depression. If one didn't know better, they might think that one of the four youngsters in the room had just been crowned the leader of their race, looking all happy and joyful.

The doctor, seeing this, also breathed a sigh of relief for their optimism.

Being happy is good, it's certainly better than crying all day after hearing the bad news.

Once they had settled down, the doctor began to explain in detail how the various medications should be arranged.

Chloe was the least patient with this type of thing, the more she listened, the sleepier she got.

The doctor glanced up by chance and saw Chloe's eyelids drooping, in a state of half-sleep.

Apart from Chloe, the other three cubs were all listening intently.

Seeing the doctor pause, Daniel hurriedly asked, "So when do we take this medicine?"

Qin Huaibei asked, "Is this medicine supposed to be mixed with that one?"

Especially the blond, blue-eyed boy who had been by the bedside from the beginning, had somehow produced a notebook and pen, and was diligently writing down every word the doctor said.

The doctor: "......"

Who was the one who was sick?

Could these people not spoil her so much?

Didn't they see that Chloe was about to fall asleep?

Wasn't this just taking advantage of the fact that someone else was taking care of things so they could just go ahead and do whatever they wanted?

The doctor's hand holding the medicine tray trembled slightly.

However, reality did not allow him to continue to be distracted, as the cubs' urging voices came to his ears:

"So, why aren't you saying anything?"

Daniel muttered, "Don't tell me you don't know how, quack doctor?"

Hearing this, the doctor immediately straightened up.

A quack? Impossible!

In an instant, the doctor cast aside his various complex emotions and continued to explain meticulously.

The number of recuperative medications was outrageous. By the time he finished explaining everything, more than two hours had passed.

Daniel touched his head with lingering fear, sighing, "Chloe is really hard to take care of."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Huaibei nudged Daniel's elbow, signaling him to look to the side.

Anderson's palm-sized notebook had already turned over a thick stack.

Looking at the other's still steady hand, Daniel swallowed, "Won't his fingers get tired from writing so much?"

Qin Huaibei: "Does he look tired to you?"

Daniel glanced at him, then moved his gaze away, clicking his tongue.

No wonder he could stay by Chloe's side for so long, this level of dedication alone could outshine most people.

They might forget or omit something, but Anderson definitely wouldn't.

Just look at that thick notebook.

With the last character written, Anderson closed the notebook. His eyes, which had become somewhat cold due to long-term concentration, softened the moment he saw Chloe.

Chloe had already fallen asleep.

Two hours of boring explanation, even a god would not be able to stand it.

Anderson's gaze fell on Chloe's slightly dry lips. He picked up a cotton swab from the bedside table, dipped it in water, and carefully applied it to her lips.

After doing all this, he stood up and said, "Let's go out first, so as not to disturb Chloe's rest."

......

After leaving the sickroom, Daniel and Qin Huaibei discussed for a moment, then scurried off to Katherine's room to take care of her.

Anderson, on the other hand, went to the outskirts of the manor.

Here was a large patch of vibrant roses, a place Anderson always remembered.

Their first meeting after he was brought back by Miss Chloe happened right here.

He hid in a rose bush full of thorns and spikes, successfully catching Chloe's sympathy and attention.

Thus, after years of being together, they had become indispensable best friends.

But Anderson wanted more, he wanted to stand proudly by Chloe's side, with a dignified and honorable status that didn't seem petty.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the mansion's wall.

A shadow appeared from the top of the wall, Anderson looked up at him and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

"Francis met with an envoy from the Werewolf Race last night."

"Did you get a picture?"

The shadow: "Yes, I did."

As soon as the words fell, Anderson lifted the corner of his lips, his smile carrying a hint of unruly wickedness:

"Good."