"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."
"Amelia, this is the DNA test result. You are not Mr. Milton's biological daughter. Mr. Milton has found his real daughter and wants you to stop contacting them." Amelia arrived at her fiancé's house. It felt like a dream. She wasn't Jackson's daughter? She'd always wondered why Jackson let her take the Cromwell name. Now she knew—Jackson had known all along that she wasn't his daughter. She mustered the courage to text her fiance, Maynard Simmons, "Coming home for dinner tonight?" The wait felt endless. He hated being disturbed at work, and she worried he'd ignore her like he used to. But a second later, her phone lit up with his cold reply, "Yeah, we need to talk." Relieved, Amelia hurried to buy groceries and whipped up several of her best dishes. She placed the DNA test on the table, then thought better of it and flipped it over. As evening fell, a black luxury car pulled into the yard. Maynard got out, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm. His tall frame and sha
Amelia didn't even glance at the check, a flash of mockery in her eyes. "Think it's too little? This is your income for ten years. Take the money and stay out of our lives. Maynard and I are a perfect match. After all, you're just the daughter of a small businessman. You don't belong in our world." Amelia felt another stab of pain. She hurried upstairs to the master bedroom, planning to leave whether Misty was there or not. With the breakup, she had no reason to stay. As she packed, she realized how little she had—her things barely filled a suitcase. The past three years felt like a dream. She saw the DNA test result on the bedside table and thought to herself, It's time to end this. Just then, Misty walked in uninvited, holding the breakup agreement. "Are you packed?" she asked. Seeing the paper on the nightstand, she looked puzzled. Amelia quickly grabbed the DNA test and crumpled it. She didn't want Misty to know her secret. Misty still thought she was part of the Milton f
The thought of what was about to happen in that bed made Amelia's stomach churn, but she forced herself to stay calm. She turned and walked into the closet to pack her things. In no time, she had a suitcase ready. "Adrian, that suitcase looks like a designer brand. Find her something else to pack her things," Misty's shrill voice rang out, dripping with contempt. Soon, Adrian brought over an old cardboard box and threw it at Amelia's feet. "Use this," he grumbled. Amelia squatted down to open her suitcase, but Misty's voice came again, "Check her luggage properly later. Some people have sticky fingers. We don't want her taking anything she's not supposed to." Hearing this, Amelia's mind flashed back to Maynard's cold, ruthless look. He was in the bathroom next door, and if he found the DNA test result, he'd probably humiliate her even more. Adrian and Misty were watching her closely outside the closet. Amelia glanced at the DNA test hidden deep in her suitcase and made a quick d
Amelia let out all her pent-up grievances in one breath, and immediately felt much better. "Finished?" Maynard's eyes were filled with confusion. He had given her a credit card and had Adrian send her designer clothes and bags every season. Now, he'd given her a large sum of money for the breakup—enough for her to live comfortably. He thought he'd done his part. "Can't finish in a few words," she replied. "Go on," he urged. "I can, but it'll cost you more," she smirked. Maynard's lips pressed tightly together. "Amelia, you really are all about the money. Greed never ends well," he warned. She was still not satisfied, even after all he'd done for her. Amelia's eyes were defiant yet clear, and he couldn't understand how a woman he thought was nothing but a gold-digger with a mouth full of lies could have such pure eyes. But she'd caused trouble repeatedly, and now she didn't even bother to hide it anymore. He'd thought she'd finally show her true colors. He should have felt re
On the helicopter, Amelia gazed at the city's night view, a faint smile playing on her lips. She finally felt free. Half an hour later, the helicopter landed on the rooftop of a luxurious hotel. As Amelia stepped off, tall, black-clad bodyguards lined both sides, saluting in unison, "Welcome, Miss Cromwell!" Amelia looked at the scene, wondering if it was all too much. At the end of the line, she saw two people. One was Rosemary, and the other was a stern-looking man in a black suit. The man nodded as Amelia approached, while Rosemary said, "This is from the Jenkins family. They said they wanted to talk to you." Amelia was puzzled, but before she could speak, her other phone rang. "Amelia, new job! Amelia, new job! Amelia..." She quickly pulled out her phone and answered on the third ring, "What is it?" "Amelia, there's a big deal in LA. Are you interested?" She asked, "What kind of job?" "The richest man in New York is looking for his long-lost granddaughter. She's supposed
Oliver fumed, his face turning red with rage. "Who are you calling a quack? Do you have any idea who my mentor is?" He had just returned from abroad with Dr. Adler, a prestigious award in hand, and this woman dared to question his medical expertise! "I couldn't care less," Amelia said, swiftly opening her first aid kit with practiced ease. "Move aside." Oliver spluttered, his face turning beet red. "I won't stoop to your level. His lips are turning blue. It's clearly a heart issue." "Cardiac ischemia and hypoxia can indeed stimulate respiratory distress, causing blue lips," Amelia said, locking eyes with him. Her tone was stern. "But heatstroke can also cause blue lips. The difference is his pulse is steady and calm. Moreover, his lips are chapped, a clear sign of prolonged exposure to high temperatures. You don't even observe these basic medical signs, and you call yourself a student from The Capital Medical University?" "Yeah, observation is important. Even I know that," someone
The onlookers hadn't all dispersed yet, and some of them followed Liam's gesture, looking toward Caesar Hotel. Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the crowd, followed by a buzz of discussion. "I heard there's a medical symposium at Caesar Hotel today. Only families with prestigious backgrounds are invited, and many are high-profile figures in high society," someone said. "And this kid..." another person trailed off, glancing at Liam. Amelia wasn't surprised by the whispers. After all, Liam was impeccably dressed, and the exquisite watch on his wrist hinted at its considerable value. "Always bring a bodyguard when you go out next time," Amelia advised, packing up her medical kit methodically. Seeing that she was about to leave, Liam quickly ran over and clung tightly to her leg. Amelia looked down at him. Without a word, Liam just clutched the hem of her dress, holding on tightly. As Amelia took a step forward, Liam followed closely. This couldn't go on, she thought, stop
"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