The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154 Happy

Reunion

The moment Isla understood she wasn’t dreaming, emotion overwhelmed her, and tears poured silently from her eyes.

She’d imagined this moment countless times, picturing how wonderful it would feel to awaken and find Maren by her side again.

“Hug me, Maren.”

“Of course.”

Since Isla lacked the strength to lift herself, Maren moved closer, gently enveloping Isla in her arms.

Isla was just a teenager–at her age, most kids would be worrying about school. But she wasn’t like other kids. After she lost her parents, Maren had become her entire world. They only had each other.

“You feel so warm and safe,” Isla whispered, nestling deeper into Maren’s embrace, eyes gradually closing.

In Maren’s presence, the agony seemed to fade for a moment.

Her troubled memories briefly vanished from her mind.

“I’m so tired,” Isla murmured faintly, her voice barely audible. “But I’m afraid. What if you’re gone when I open my eyes again?”

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Maren patted her head. She knew Isla desperately needed rest. Her weakened body had endured enough trauma.

“Will you really stay here?” Isla’s question was barely louder than a breath. Had Maren’s senses not been sharp, she might’ve missed it.

“Yes, I promise. When you wake up, I’ll still be here with you,” Maren replied, carefully glancing at the monitors tracking Isla’s heartbeat and breathing. Everything remained stable.

“Alright,” Isla whispered, allowing herself to drift off once more.

Still embracing Isla, Maren finally noticed her own exhaustion. Sleepless days had taken their toll, and her eyelids felt heavier by the second.

But Maren forced herself to remain awake.

She knew Isla’s condition remained delicate, and things could change instantly. Falling asleep wasn’t an option yet.

She shot a brief message to Simon, asking him to send someone with food, Isla was going to need it as soon as she woke up.

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As the evening faded into night, Isla began to move gently, her eyes fluttering open while resting in Maren’s

arms.

“Maren?” Her voice, while still soft, sounded steadier now. Her improvement was unmistakable compared to

before.

“Hey, you’re up. Do you feel hungry?” Maren asked, affectionately patting Isla’s stomach.

“Maren…” Isla didn’t respond right away. Instead, her eyes filled with tears as she gazed into Maren’s with

quiet intensity. “I was afraid I’d never get to see you again.”

Her head felt clear now. She knew the difference between what was real and what wasn’t.

In this moment, she fully grasped it was real–Maren had truly returned.

And unlike before, when she awoke this time, Maren was still there beside her.

“I’m sorry. This is my fault,” Maren whispered, holding Isla close as her eyes filled with remorseful tears. “You went through all of that because of me.” She couldn’t begin to picture the pain Isla had endured over the years.

“Don’t blame yourself; it was never your fault. I always believed you’d come back. They kept saying you were gone for good, but I never accepted it. You’re the one I love more than anyone, Maren.” Tears still running down her cheeks, Isla gently reached up and wiped Maren’s tears away.

Their eyes met, and despite the pain, a smile slowly formed. Then came the laughter–quiet at first, then spilling out naturally as they held each other close.

Nothing compared to the joy of a reunited family.

Just then, a loud rumble interrupted their laughter. Isla’s cheeks turned rosy, embarrassed, as she touched her

stomach. “I think I’m hungry.”

“Hold on just a second.”

Maren had anticipated this. She carefully disconnected Isla from the monitoring equipment and briefly left the room, returning shortly after with a fully prepared meal tray.

The tray held several appetizing dishes, rich in nutrients and flavors, their aroma filling the bedroom.

“That smells delicious!” Excitedly, Isla sat up straighter, eagerly reaching out for a chicken wing. “So sweet, so tasty!” Her eyes sparkled with delight.

Long before Maren became part of Isla’s life, the girl had endured harsh struggles. Back then, even a small piece of candy felt like a rare gift. No wonder she still had a sweet tooth.

Maren remembered everything Isla loved clearly.

She had kept the dishes warmed and ready, just waiting for Isla to wake up.

Abandoning utensils altogether, Isla eagerly grabbed at everything she could, savoring every mouthful.

It was incredible–better than anything she’d tasted in a long, long time.

Though Isla happily devoured the meal, Maren quietly felt her heart ache. These ordinary dishes paled in comparison to the lavish feasts they’d once enjoyed under Sovereign Underworld’s roof. The stark difference