Even if she hadn’t lent the money, this live stream should be hers!
With that thought in mind, Mary stood up, deciding she couldn’t stay at the massage session any longer.
At that exact moment, Jackson called her, urging her to come home quickly. He was still living in a dream, happily recounting what had happened today.
Mary ground her teeth, her heart filled with resentment. “I should’ve slashed her face when she left!”
Jackson furrowed his brow. “I told you, I just want you to spend more time with the old lady. If she’s happy, she’ll surely have that girl speak well of us.”
“She's so easy, even flirting with old men in her livestream,” Mary sneered. “No wonder she’s getting so many donations. It must be from Mr. Lee.”
Now it made sense. Otherwise, she would have truly thought that girl had some kind of amazing skill, relying on her medical knowledge to mak
“Of course, I didn’t say anything!” The middle-aged woman stood on the hillside, looking around cautiously. Her voice now carried a sense of wariness. “Didn’t you tell us before you left, not to share any information about you two with anyone?”Mia squinted her eyes. “What if they offer money to make you speak?”“We took their money.” The middle-aged woman smirked strangely. “But we gave them false information. Anyway, there’s someone else paying, and they don’t want anyone to find her.”Only then did Mia completely relax with a sigh of relief. “Mom, you did the right thing.”The middle-aged woman wasn’t just anyone—she was Grace, the woman who had swapped the babies all those years ago.It had been so long since Grace had heard “Mom” from Mia that tears started welling up in her eyes. “Mia, your dad and I have been doing wh
Jackson instinctively glanced behind Amelia, wondering why Mr. Lee wasn’t there.Amelia smiled nonchalantly. "Looking for someone?"Jackson feigned a hypocritical smile. "Amelia, there’s been a misunderstanding between us.""What misunderstanding?" Amelia's lips curled slightly. "Is it the misunderstanding where you almost killed me, or the one where you wanted me to go back to the countryside?"The onlookers started murmuring, shocked by their behavior. "Is this how parents treat their children?"Mary could no longer tolerate the gossip from the neighborhood women and exploded. "She’s not even our biological daughter! What else do you want from us? Should we just pamper her? She's like a sticky plaster that can’t be shaken off!"When Jackson saw how she was acting, he realized things were going south and quickly pulled her back."Don’t say anything more," Jackson said, warning her with a look. "Don&rsquo
Amelia had put real force into that kick.Jackson lay curled up on the ground, his mouth full of blood.Mary, terrified, didn’t dare say a word. Her face turned pale.Amelia’s eyes glinted with hostility as she bent down and yanked him up. Her voice was low, but her tone was cold. “I never wanted to lay a hand on anyone in front of Grandma, but someone like you really deserves a beating.”Jackson shrank back, looking toward Victoria. “Mom, do something! Mom!”“Now you call me ‘Mom’?” Amelia’s eyes turned crimson as she lifted his face. “When you kicked Grandma out, why didn’t you remember I was your mother?”*Boom!*Amelia kicked him again, her aura so fierce that it frightened everyone in the alley.She had been suppressing herself for too long, always pretending to be something she wasn’t.She was never a good person, and now, tha
If she wanted to ruin someone online, Mary had plenty of ways to do it!Carl slowly glanced at James, then turned his attention back to the scene.As the top bodyguard, James immediately understood that Mr. Jenkins wanted him to follow Mary.But Amelia subtly blocked his way, smiling gently. "Grandma said to let them go."James hesitated and raised his head.“Listen to her,” Carl’s voice was calm, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.Smith was absolutely shocked. When had Mr. Jenkins ever listened to someone else’s words?Who was this young lady? What was her background?!Amelia, biting a fruit candy, her long black hair flowing, casually responded, “We should give people a chance to change their ways. I’m quite magnanimous.”“Oh?” Carl raised an eyebrow, his fingers twirling the beads on his wrist, clearly skeptical of her statement.
“Mm, I agreed.” Amelia’s posture was lazy, not at all bothered by his question.However, Carl subtly furrowed his brows. He wanted to invest, but she refused. Yet she accepted that anonymous Mr. Lee’s offer…Carl seemed to smile slightly, bending closer to her. The coolness of his aura, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, drifted into Amelia’s nostrils. As the weather turned cooler, his presence also felt colder. “Why didn’t you choose me?”Amelia raised her eyes, confusion in her gaze, yet she offered a reasonable explanation. “Wilson Group is planning to invest in the pharmaceutical industry. After discussing it, everything seemed to align. The Cromwell family’s business is mostly overseas, and it’s not suitable for traditional medicine.”Her explanation sounded flawless.But Carl’s smile deepened, his eyes still devoid of warmth. His fingers idly toyed wit
“You can get it for free, but others can’t…”Before, the man’s lips were cold, but now there was a hint of a smile.“Won’t,” Carl, who was usually a high-and-mighty figure in the capital city, the domineering Mr. Jenkins , spoke casually, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated significantly. “Smith, pay up.”Smith, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled out his bank card, still a bit flustered.“Give more.” Carl’s voice was light, though it still carried the unshakable aura of someone who had long been in a powerful position.Amelia glanced at him, then turned her attention to the obedient Smith. “Friend?”Carl didn’t hide anything. “Colleague from the branch office.”“Right! Colleague!” Smith straightened up and corrected his posture.Amelia didn’t seem to care much. “We don’t accept
The voice in her ear was like fine wine going down her throat, making her feel tipsy and entranced.His hands, unlike the rest of him, exuded an unexpected heat, as though they were burning her skin.From Amelia's position, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.He didn't smoke, so there was no trace of tobacco on him. But perhaps due to his frequent use of medication, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from him, almost hypnotic.She often smelled medicine, but it seemed that only his scent was strangely pleasant.His hand still gripped hers, and as his body leaned slightly down, his presence became even stronger, impossible to ignore.Amelia's heart jolted, a sensation both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar, something she couldn't quite place.She raised an eyebrow, about to push him away.But before she could, he released her hand first, his
Smith wasn’t stupid; he realized he had been led into a trap. Puffing up his cheeks, he muttered, “The boss treats us really well too!”“Really?” Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly, disappointed. She had hoped to extract some useful information, but it seemed that while this Frenchman was a chatterbox, he was quick to catch on.Smith nodded seriously. “The boss has no flaws!”“Oh?” Amelia’s eyes flicked with interest. “But just a moment ago, you said I’d be the one getting hurt.”Smith froze, his scalp tingling. “That was all nonsense! I can tell the boss is very serious about you. He definitely won’t let you down. Even if your backgrounds are different, it doesn’t matter!”“Oh?” Amelia absently played with the abacus in her hand, smiling without much thought. “Too bad, though. I’m just pretending with your boss. How could yo
"Still, you should probably avoid talking about her and that man’s affair too much—it’s all about public perception.""Oh, I know," Carrie replied. "It’s just us chatting! Her PR team already released a statement denying everything, but the netizens aren’t buying it. Some media outlets are still camping outside the hospital, trying to confirm if she was really pregnant and got dumped. My friend has always marketed herself as pure and innocent—this scandal needs to be cleaned up ASAP!"She straightened up in her chair."If you can fix this, my friend will definitely send you a huge red envelope!"Mia hesitated for a moment, clearly tempted."No need for that," she finally said, pretending to be selfless. "I just know this has been stressing you out, so I want to help.""Mia, you’re the best!"Carrie blew several kisses into her phone."Be honest, Mia—do you read fortunes or something? Everything you say always comes true!"Mia smirked mysteriously."That’s not something I can discuss."
"They'll probably try to smooth things over and get the Crawford family to spare her.""But over time, the Cromwell family will grow tired of this constant manipulation. That girl has no idea how miserable her end will be!"The people nearby nodded in agreement."At the very least, we have to acknowledge her abilities for now," one scholar remarked. "Saving Mr.Cromwell proves that her medical skills are indeed impressive."Mr. Crawford scoffed."It was just luck."What he truly coveted was the ancient acupuncture manual his student possessed.If he could get his hands on it, his status would be solidified.After all, when he observed Mia’s needling techniques, her movements were still unrefined.But now, obtaining the book seemed nearly impossible.The Crawford family might have already gotten to it first.Mr. Crawford narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.Meanwhile, Mia rushed back to school, her face pale as a sheet.She had called Uncle Crawford many times, but he never picked up.It
In social circles, Mia had always maintained the image of an orphan—A narrative designed to highlight her talent.Even when Jackson came looking for her, she claimed he was just a distant cousin.And thanks to this daughter, Jackson managed to climb his way up to a small-time contractor.People’s impression of her was that she was simple, well-mannered, and somewhat pitiful.After all, for a young person new to New York, life wasn’t easy. Some of the older generation naturally wanted to lend her a hand.Who would have thought—she had the Crawford family backing her all along?But now, the Crawford family was clearly trying to distance themselves from the Adler family scandal, treating her like a discarded pawn.The scholars exchanged glances and subtly stepped away from her.Evelyn was still under investigation in LA.Once upon a time, Mr. Adler had been highly respected in New York’s medical circles—now, he wasn’t even allowed to leave his courtyard.And don’t think the storm has pa
Today, if Mia’s reputation collapsed, the Crawford family would have a much harder time manipulating things behind the scenes.That was why Ernest stepped forward.He glanced at Secretary Frank, then at Amelia."Since things have come to this, why not show some mercy?" He spoke with a seemingly benevolent tone. "After all, you are in the medical field too. A true healer has a compassionate heart. Just because you saved Mr.Cromwell doesn’t mean you should completely cut off another doctor’s path."Amelia was sharp.Just by looking at his face, she could immediately match him to the information she had read.Seeing that the Crawford family couldn't resist jumping out, her eyes held a hint of amusement."I was wondering who had the power to whitewash Evelyn’s apprentice," she mused, "turns out it’s the Crawford family."One sentence—Ernest’s expression turned dark."Young lady, you should speak with evidence.""Mia’s mother’s surname is Crawford," Amelia said casually. "She’s already in
Mr. Hart had never seen a young person with such a thick skin before.When he got home, he was definitely going to beat his grandson!What kind of friends was he making?!(Denis: Achoo! The weather dropped just like that. Guess it’s time to ask Grandpa for some money to buy a down jacket.)Denis had no idea that his so-called "fairy-like" Mia had just put on an entire tea ceremony performance for his grandfather in front of everyone.Given Mr. Hart’s status, it was beneath him to continue engaging with her.Pushing the issue further would be undignified.Mia had bet on this.Mr. Hart was a respected elder in the medical field, a man of scholarly integrity.In this situation, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to argue with her.That’s why she played this card.But she miscalculated one thing—And that was Amelia.It didn’t matter what kind of tea tactics Mia tried—Amelia could spill the tea right back."So, according to you, you were 'forced' to become Evelyn’s apprentice?" Amelia smi
After all, even with Mia’s impressive acupuncture skills, there were still illnesses she couldn’t treat.Sometimes, she even made mistakes.The only explanation Dave could come up with was that his old friend was exaggerating to help his disciple transfer schools.Thinking himself witty, he said, “Peter, you want to promote the younger generation, but you don’t have to go as far as giving her the credit.”"Give her credit? Secretary Frank is right here. Do you think I could just 'give' credit like that?"Mr. Hart remained upright and righteous as he turned to Mia, who was deliberately trying to lower her presence."Your student once apprenticed under Evelyn Adler. She should know exactly who saved Mr. Cromwell."Mr. Hart had never intended to put a junior on the spot.That’s why, when he first saw Mia, he had said nothing.But every single word she spoke was aimed at stepping on Amelia, belittling her as if she was worthless.He could no longer tolerate it."Amelia had the highest lev
"Secretary Frank, it’s really been a long time! The last time we met was in Mr. Cromwell’s office."Dave’s attempt to curry favor was blatantly obvious.But Secretary Frank didn’t extend his hand, only giving him a brief glance.Dave didn’t mind the cold attitude, instead eagerly trying to find a topic of conversation. "So, what brings you here?""I’m here to pick up Peter." After deciphering Amelia’s silent cue, Secretary Frank ignored the old scholar and walked straight to Mr. Hart. "Peter, Mr. Cromwell knew you were meeting an old friend today, so he specifically instructed me not to show up too early. He wanted you to finish your business first before bringing you to the Cromwell estate. Ever since parting ways in LA, Mr. Cromwell has been thinking about you."The moment these words fell—The entire room went dead silent.Secretary Frank’s demeanor was like an invisible slap, landing hard on their faces.Dave visibly stiffened.Those who had been loudly accusing Amelia and Mr. Har
"Time really spares no one, huh? Even the rule-abiding Peter finds himself in a difficult spot now."The elderly scholar patted Mr. Hart on the shoulder."Peter, we’re both getting on in years. My memory isn’t what it used to be—I completely forgot we had an appointment. And honestly, this isn’t the right place to discuss your junior’s school transfer.""Transfer?" Mia feigned surprise. "Mr. Hart, Sister’s grades wouldn’t allow for a transfer, would they? Hasn’t she always studied at your vocational school?"As soon as she said this, many scholars turned to look their way.The elderly scholar made no move to stop her.Mr. Hart instantly understood what was happening, and his heart sank.Before coming here, he had reassured Amelia that everything would be fine.But now, even an old friend had become unrecognizable.Amelia, ever perceptive, knew that anything Mr. Hart said now would only invite further ridicule. She spoke up herself:"Mr. Hart, out of old friendship, you turned down an
At the Special Cases Meeting—Several investigators were reviewing Rowan on the screen."Boss sent this guy?""Yeah, Boss said he’s special and could help with the case.""When is Boss coming back?""After stabilizing their studies.""Their studies? You’re joking, right? What does Boss need school for?""Don’t believe me? See for yourself."The room fell into silence as everyone stared at the chat logs.What kind of force could actually make their Boss go to school?No need to ask—the answer was social obligations.Meanwhile, Amelia had been waiting at the bookstore near the school with Mr. Hart.Their appointment was for 2 PM. It was already 4 PM, yet the other party still hadn’t shown up.Mr. Hart had finished his tea and was about to send a follow-up message when a group of scholarly-looking individuals entered.One elderly man at the front chuckled, "I must say, I’m very pleased with my student. Even Mr. Fisher praises her—says she’s a prodigy at acupuncture and sharp in analyzing