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The General's Daughter: The Mission

Chapter 175: The Night That Didn’t Sleep · Nov 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Past Catching Up 2026-11-05
152 Chapter 152: Left Alone 2026-11-05
153 Chapter 153: The Passport To The Past 2026-11-05
154 Chapter 154: The Passport to the Past 2 2026-11-05
155 Chapter 155: The Past That Refused To Be Remembered 2026-11-05
156 Chapter 156: The Sword Master and the Warrior Princess 2026-11-05
157 Chapter 157: Tension In The Air 2026-11-05
158 Chapter 158: The Uninvited Guest 2026-11-05
159 Chapter 159: The Uninvited Guest 2 2026-11-05
160 Chapter 160: Fragments That Bleed 2026-11-05
161 Chapter 161: The Patriarch 2026-11-05
162 Chapter 162: The Patriarch 2 2026-11-05
163 Chapter 163: The Legend 2026-11-05
164 Chapter 164: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2026-11-05
165 Chapter 165: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2 2026-11-05
166 Chapter 166: The Seed Of Doubt 2026-11-05
167 Chapter 167: Old Acquaintance 2026-11-05
168 Chapter 168: Rekindling Old Flames 2026-11-05
169 Chapter 169: Rekindling Old Flames 2 2026-11-05
170 Chapter 170: The Protective Brother 2026-11-05
171 Chapter 171: A Brother’s Suspicion 2026-11-05
172 Chapter 172: The Space Between Them 2026-11-05
173 Chapter 173: The Weight Of What Was Lost 2026-11-05
174 Chapter 174: The Weight Of The Past 2026-11-05
175 Chapter 175: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2026-11-05
176 Chapter 176: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2 2026-11-05
177 Chapter 177: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 3 2026-11-05
178 Chapter 178: The Morning After 2026-11-05
179 Chapter 179: The Scare 2026-11-05
180 Chapter 180: The Venom of Jealousy 2026-11-05
181 Chapter 181: Her Ancestry 2026-11-05
182 Chapter 182: Unspoken Claims 2026-11-05
183 Chapter 183: Liam and Amelia 2026-11-05
184 Chapter 184: Yannis and Lara 2026-11-05
185 Chapter 185: The Reluctant Surgeon 2026-11-05
186 Chapter 186: Her Doubts 2026-11-05
187 Chapter 187: A Walk With Yannis 2026-11-05
188 Chapter 188: The Forged Weapon 2026-11-05
189 Chapter 189: Amelia’s Defiance 2026-11-05
190 Chapter 190: Liam’s Apprehension 2026-11-05
191 Chapter 191: The DNA Test 2026-11-05
192 Chapter 192: The Weight of a Name 2026-11-05
193 Chapter 193: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2026-11-05
194 Chapter 194: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2 2026-11-05
195 Chapter 195: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 3 2026-11-05
196 Chapter 196: The DNA Test Results 2026-11-05
197 Chapter 197: Shay’s New Daddy? 2026-11-05
198 Chapter 198: Father and Daughter Moments 2026-11-05
199 Chapter 199: Lara The Empress 2026-11-05
200 Chapter 200: She Remembered! 2026-11-05

The girl in the photo looked... wrong.

Not just unfamiliar but wrong.

Her expression was too still, too composed—like something carved instead of lived. Her eyes held no warmth, no flicker of hesitation or doubt. Only a chilling, razor-sharp clarity.

The kind of gaze that didn’t ask questions anymore.

The kind that had already chosen.

Lara’s fingers trembled where they hovered over the screen.

A cold sensation crept up her arms, slow and invasive, like ice slipping beneath her skin.

That’s... me?

The thought didn’t settle—it recoiled.

Because the girl in the photo looked like someone who understood everything.

Who knew exactly who she was.

And worse—

Exactly what she was capable of.

Lara’s throat constricted. She swallowed, but it did nothing to ease the sudden dryness clawing at her mouth.

Her grip on the phone tightened, knuckles paling.

A heavy realization pressed down on her, suffocating, inescapable—

That version of her...was a stranger.

And somehow, that was more terrifying than the emptiness in her memory.

Because forgetting was one thing.

But this—

This was like looking at a future she didn’t want to choose...

—or a past she couldn’t accept.

Her breath came uneven.

Then—

A voice.

Not heard, not quite remembered—

But felt.

It slithered through the fog in her mind, low and heavy, like something long buried clawing its way back to the surface.

”You are the eldest...”

The words echoed, distant but undeniable.

”This blood feud falls on you.”

Lara stiffened.

A sharp pain exploded behind the back of her head.

”Ah—!”

Her hand flew to her head as the world lurched violently.

The room tilted.

The light fractured.

Fragments of something—faces, shouting—flashed and vanished before she could grasp them.

”Stop...!”

Her knees buckled.

The phone slipped from her grasp, clattering against the floor, the sound distant, muffled—like she was already sinking underwater.

The pain surged again, stronger this time—splitting, blinding, merciless.

It felt like her mind was being torn open.

Like something inside her was trying to break free.

Her vision blurred.

Darkness bled into the edges of her sight.

Her body swayed—

Then gave in.

Lara collapsed onto the cold floor, the impact dull and far away.

The chill seeped through her skin, grounding and distant all at once.

Her fingers twitched weakly.

Her breath came shallow.

Silence swallowed everything.

As the last thread of consciousness slipped away, she saw someone emerge from the room.

And then—

Nothing.

...

”Larissa—!”

Ares’ voice cut through the silence, sharp and unsteady in a way it rarely was.

For a split second, the world seemed to stop.

Then he moved.

He crossed the distance in long, urgent strides and dropped to his knees beside her crumpled form. The cold marble floor had already leeched the warmth from her skin.

”Damn it...”

He slid an arm beneath her shoulders, the other beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly—but far more carefully than someone of his stature ever needed to.

She felt too light.

Her head lolled against his chest, strands of her hair clinging to her pale, clammy skin.

Ares’ jaw tightened.

As he carried her out, his gaze flickered briefly toward the bed across the room—

The small figure lying there, swallowed by sheets far too large for her frame, breathing softly in innocent sleep.

Unaffected. Unaware.

Without breaking stride, Ares turned and headed straight for his own room just across.

The doors opened, and he strode inside, placing Lara carefully onto the expansive bed. The dark sheets contrasted sharply against her unnaturally pale complexion.

For a moment, he just looked at her.

She was too still.

His brows drew together as he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek.

It was cold and damp.

”What happened to you...?” he muttered under his breath.

His chest felt tight—irritatingly so.

It was a good thing he had gone to check on Shay.

If he hadn’t—

His expression darkened at the memory.

Her silhouette. Swaying and unstable, then collapsing without warning.

Ares exhaled sharply and straightened.

His gaze fell on the phone that had been retrieved with her.

The cause.

Or at least—part of it.

He picked it up, his grip firm, eyes narrowing slightly.

”What did you see for you to lose consciousness...?” he murmured.

His thumb moved swiftly across the screen.

Of course, it was locked.

A faint scoff escaped him.

He tried to unlock it again—this time with different methods, more technical, more precise.

Hacking skills he had picked up from Xander weren’t for nothing.

And yet— nothing.

The device remained sealed, unyielding.

His expression hardened.

Before he could try again, a knock. Then the door opened.

The family doctor entered, slightly out of breath despite his effort to appear composed. It was rare—no, unprecedented—for him to be summoned directly by Ares himself.

Usually, requests came through layers of staff.

But tonight—

The call had come from the man himself.

Which meant one thing: this mattered a lot.

The doctor’s eyes landed briefly on the woman lying on the king-sized bed—beautiful, fragile, out of place in a room that radiated control and authority.

But his face revealed nothing.

Years of experience had taught him that out of him.

He stepped forward immediately and began his examination, fingers efficient and practiced as he checked her pulse, her breathing, her response.

Seconds stretched.

Then—

A faint frown creased his brow.

”Her vitals are stable,” he said at last. ”Normal. There’s no immediate sign of physical trauma.”

Ares didn’t relax.

Not even slightly.

”She was clutching her head before she collapsed,” he said, voice low, controlled. ”She just woke up from a year-long coma due to a head injury. She suffered from memory loss.”

A pause.

Then, more pointed—

”Could this be related?”

The doctor glanced at Lara again, this time more carefully. More thoughtfully.

”It’s possible,” he admitted. ”If something triggered her memory—something intense—her brain may have been overwhelmed.”

He straightened, meeting Ares’ gaze.

”This isn’t a simple case of stress. If her condition is tied to neurological trauma...” he trailed off slightly, then finished, ”You need a specialist.”

A beat of silence.

”A neurologist.”

Ares held his gaze for a moment longer, then gave a single, decisive nod.

”I understand.”

Without another word, he turned and ushered the doctor out.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Silence returned.

Ares stood there for a moment, staring at nothing.

Then, with visible reluctance, he pulled out his phone.

His fingers hovered for only a second before typing.

’Ask Doctor Yannis Fenn for a house visit first thing in the morning.’

The message was sent. But Ares still didn’t move.

His gaze drifted back to the unconscious Lara.

She looked so pale and fragile.

And for reasons he refused to examine too closely—

That unsettled him more than it should.

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