Inside a private dining room.A simple spread of LA cuisine.Steven had always led a frugal life, never picky about food, clothing, or shelter, as long as things were clean.Yet, his aura was undeniable.Just by sitting there, he exuded an intimidating presence.Even his chauffeur and bodyguards dared not approach.The atmosphere remained tense—until Amelia entered, instantly breaking the ice.Steven smiled warmly at her but soon furrowed his brows."You’ve lost weight.""Garrett, go tell the waiter to add a braised pork knuckle," he ordered.Only someone like Steven could casually boss around the secretary of the municipal government.It was no mere rumor that people feared him.Even now, Garrett always remained on high alert in his presence.Meanwhile, Amelia was as relaxed as any junior in the family."That’s too greasy," she countered. "Your blood pressure is high—order something else.""Listen to your junior sister," Steven relented, signaling for her to sit beside him. His eyes
Steven’s tone carried a rare trace of delight. “You’re going to New York too?”“Yes,” Amelia replied. “I hadn’t had the chance to tell you yet—I’ve found my biological parents, and they’re from New York.” She poured him another cup of tea. “I wanted to introduce them to you once I got there. Also, Harmony Clinic is planning to open a chain in New York.”Hearing this, Steven’s smile deepened. “Good, that’s a great idea. Your model can genuinely help those who struggle with access to medical care.”“It was my grandmother’s wish,” Amelia said modestly, not taking credit for it.Garrett was increasingly impressed with his junior sister. “That means we’ll all be in New York together soon!”Amelia caught the implication in his words. “Senior Brother, you’re heading back to New York too?”“Not immediately, but soon,” Garrett replied with a light chuckle, making no effort to hide it from his junior sister. “Originally, the Rodriguez family and Master had planned for me to leave LA within thre
Garrett finally understood why the elders of the old compound favored his junior sister so much.Despite her youth, she saw things with clarity. She carried herself with a quiet composure, yet her heart burned with a fierce passion.Such a person—once in New York—was bound to leave her mark.He looked forward to it.But some people still couldn’t grasp the situation.At the same time.New York, Cromwell Residence.Once again, Abby was stopped outside the old estate.She carried a bowl of hot soup, her expression filled with frustration. “Secretary Frank, this is medicinal soup—it’s good for Grandpa’s health. The doctors are inside. If it wasn’t suitable, would they have let me prepare it?”“I’m sorry, Miss Abby,” Frank Secretary replied, his tone as cold as a machine. “The chairman’s health has been fluctuating. The specialists have advised strict dietary control. Anything that could pose a risk should be avoided.”Abby’s grip tightened, her eyes welling up with tears. “What do you me
“There are some misunderstandings that only my good daughter can resolve herself.”The voice belonged to Zane. He was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, followed closely by his attending doctor and secretary, all carrying suitcases—clearly just off a flight.Abby’s face instantly lit up with joy, her voice brimming with excitement. “Dad! You’re back! Where’s Mom?!”“Long flights are exhausting. You know your mother’s health—she doesn’t sleep well unless she’s in a hotel,” Zane replied as he set his briefcase down on the sofa. “Did Grandpa give you a hard time again?”Abby shook her head. “No.”But Aunt Ashford couldn’t hold back. “Mr. Cromwell, you have no idea how unreasonable Secretary Frank was! Miss Abby worked so hard to make that soup, but he wouldn’t even let her bring it into the old estate, saying it wasn’t suitable!”“Aunt Ashford!” Abby reprimanded her sharply.Aunt Ashford mumbled, “Miss always shoulders everything alone and never tells the family. Even I can’t stand
The only reason he had stopped them earlier was because Abby was not a Cromwell.This subtle rejection made Abby’s face turn pale as she stared daggers at Secretary Frank.Secretary Frank couldn’t care less—he was already being pressured to resign. Did they think he wouldn’t push back?Zane frowned. “Secretary Frank, Abby will be part of the Cromwell family soon. You should be more mindful of your attitude.”“Yes,” Secretary Frank responded mildly, adjusting his glasses. “Once Miss Abby officially becomes part of the Cromwell family, I will be mindful of my attitude.”Zane narrowed his eyes.But he decided to let it go.Convincing his father to agree to the adoption was more important than arguing with a secretary.That night.Cromwell Family Estate, Study Room.Mr. Cromwell was happily placing online orders.His precious Amelia was coming home—the house couldn’t remain so lifeless!Especially her room—it had to be decorated perfectly!As he cheerfully spent money, his son and grandso
Meanwhile, Abby bit her lip, lowering her gaze to hide the hatred in her eyes.Why? Why did Grandpa wait until now to say this?Did he ever consider her situation?Zane was too caught up in his thoughts to notice.This sudden revelation was overwhelming.But Abby?She was only thinking one thing—Who exactly is the real Cromwell heiress? And if she’s coming back… what will happen to me?That night, at the Cromwell family villa.Aunt Ashford had never seen Miss so furious before.Even her most cherished rose-patterned vase was shattered into pieces on the floor.Aunt Ashford hesitated at the door, wanting to console her, but she was afraid.Miss had gone to the Cromwell family estate, but why did she come back like a completely different person?She didn’t understand, and there was no one she could ask.Even Mr. Cromwell hadn’t returned with her—wasn’t he supposed to discuss the adoption?Aunt Ashford grew uneasy and decided to find out what had happened.Having worked in the Cromwell f
When she first returned to town, she was in an utterly miserable state.Her son and daughter-in-law had drained her dry, squeezing every last bit out of her.The whole neighborhood had been furious just watching.Later, even her son and daughter-in-law stopped coming around.She had no pension or welfare and survived solely by running a small massage shop.Yet, despite her hardships, Victoria was kind-hearted—she barely had enough for herself but never took advantage of others.And she even took in a young apprentice.Now, that very apprentice—her granddaughter—had managed to expand the business all the way to New York!Not a single person wasn’t happy for them.Emma and Granny Oak stood by Victoria’s side, reluctant to part. “Milton, you must come back often. When the mulberries ripen next year, we’ll make mulberry cakes together.”“I will, I will,” Victoria said, patting their hands affectionately.Meanwhile, Amelia was also surrounded by people, including many of the elders from th
At the same time.Cromwell Family Villa.Aunt Ashford placed a bowl of silver ear soup by Abby’s bedside. “Miss, you should eat something. I looked into it—she’s nothing but a wild village girl.”“She was found in River County.” Aunt Ashford’s tone was full of disdain. “That kind of impoverished place could never produce someone decent. Miss, you have nothing to worry about. You were raised with the utmost care and refinement—you’re leagues above her.”Hearing this, Abby finally peeked out from under the covers and mumbled, “Emma, it’s fine to say that here in my room, but don’t go spreading it outside. After all, she’s the real daughter of the Cromwell family.”“She may be the Cromwell family’s real daughter, but compared to you, she’s worlds apart! Why shouldn’t we speak the truth? She’s just flaunting her background.” Seeing that Miss was finally willing to speak, Aunt Ashford felt relieved.“Just wait and see. Even if she enters the Cromwell family, she won’t be able to enjoy the
"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