Karen shot to her feet, her voice laced with panic. "What happened to you, Lily? Why are you out here alone? Where's Dr. Gunther?"Lily grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "We'll discuss this after we get back home, Mom."Karen wasn't that dumb; she realized that something serious had happened. She said to the wealthy ladies, "She's anemic again, so I must take her home quickly."The wealthy ladies exchanged skeptical glances. Anemia? Or was Lily perhaps one of the unfortunate ones who hadn't made the cut?Sensing their doubt, Lily crumpled dramatically into Karen's arms. "Mom, I can't breathe!" she gasped. "But don't worry, I didn't embarrass you. The consultation is over anyway."There was no way the consultation could continue after such a scene. Lily, ever the quick thinker, had effectively shut the crowd down.Less than five minutes later, the doors to the inner hall swung open, and a procession of doctors emerged. Only then did the wealthy ladies lose interest in Karen
"How many times did I tell you Aria's not your elder sister?" Karen's voice boomed, her denial more vehement than ever. "Lily, you're young and naïve. Poor people will use all sorts of tricks to get ahead. You said Aria changed? That's just her way of surviving."Lily furrowed her brow. "But she's undeniably skilled. Even Mr. York Senior showed her respect."Karen was stunned. "The Yorkschose her?"Lily bit her lip. "Well, no. She was on a team with the Lowe family. Malcolm was the one who stood out."A sneer contorted Karen's face. "So she curried favor with the Lowes. What a clever old bat. Using her connections on her deathbed, no less!"Lily fell deep in thought. "So Grandma is a skilled doctor, right?"Karen scoffed, "She caused someone's death. Even if she's skilled, her reputation is ruined. Only the Lowes would still give her the time of day."Lily lowered her head in consideration.Karen squeezed Lily's hand. "Don't worry, Lily. Even with the Lowes' help, that old woma
Shiloh's eyes widened in astonishment. "Mr. York? Why would he be seeking her out?"His question prompted several onlookers to glance back, incredulous at the notion. They found it difficult to believe that Landon would be searching for the imposter posing as a Kent.The black-clad bodyguard spoke succinctly, "We need to return something belonging to the Kent family."Upon hearing that, the bystanders quickly grasped the situation. After all, it was inconceivable that Landon would know a "knock-off" like her. Malcolm stepped forward, blocking Aria. "I'll accompany her."Malcolm had promised his grandfather to safeguard Aria and intended to uphold it. However, the bodyguard remained resolute. "I'm sorry. Mr. York specifically requested Ms. Kent's presence.""My last name isn't Kent, but I'll follow along." Aria tapped on her phone before speaking, her eyes holding a captivating allure.Aria pondered whether Landon's interest stemmed from discovering Sam's existence. Perhaps sh
Having written the message, Aria clutched the wooden box as she exited the room. Her handwriting was atrocious, seemingly indifferent to whether the recipient could comprehend it. Yet, politeness was all that mattered to her.A sudden gift from Landon sent shivers down her spine. It felt like he was onto her. Aria was determined to distance herself from him. Consequently, she couldn't help but admire the diamond-studded pen—a testament to intellectuals' wealth.Meanwhile, Landon remained oblivious to the unintended consequence of his gesture. Exhausted from hours of surveillance footage review, he entered the room just after Aria's departure. His black-clad security guard approached him."Mr. York," the bodyguard reported, "Ms. Carver only took the Whisperwind Herb."Landon's eyebrows arched upon hearing her name, finally learning it, finding it remarkably beautiful.Entering the study, Landon removed his rosary bracelet, scanning the remnants left behind. He inquired casually, "S
It was rush hour at six in the evening, with cars clogging the streets everywhere except for Clearwater Alley. However, the quiet tranquility there was broken by a group of people huddled together, their voices buzzing with gossip."Did you guys hear?""What?""A doctor from the hospital across the street got arrested!"Sarah, just returning from grocery shopping, stopped in her tracks. "Isn't that one of the Gunther family members who caused a scene here a while back? I believe that they came that time to harass Ms. Harris!""I think so too!" chimed in another neighbor. "The news said that their entire family is corrupt! They've been deceiving patients for years!""That doctor even suppressed her colleagues. Ms. Harris must've been one of them!"Sarah turned her head toward the gossiping crowd, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "Now you all see the truth, don't you? Remember how some of you used to badmouth Aria?"One of the neighbors mumbled sheepishly, "Well, Ms. Ha
Georgina's cheerful interruption cut off Aria's unspoken concerns. "Aria! Get Sam to fill some water for Sarah and the others to soak their feet."Aria naturally withdrew her hand, responding with a small smile, "Okay."Sam's issue would have to wait. There was no point in pushing it now. Besides, with enough herbs in his system, he wouldn't arouse suspicion.As night painted the alleyways with warm shadows, the aroma of food filled the air. Tonight, a genuine smile stretched across Georgina's face, the happiest she'd been in a long time. With a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose, she kneaded her neighbor's shoulder with practiced concentration. A satisfied grunt from the patient elicited a mirroring smile from Georgina. Aria, watching the exchange, raised an eyebrow. After Sarah and the others had departed, Aria spoke as she helped Georgina to her feet. "Grandma, how about we reopen Heartbound Hall?"Upon hearing that, Georgina's face froze. "Why did you suddenly brin
Georgina stood up with the help of the walking cane. "I'm still not sure about reopening Heartbound Hall."Aria's smile remained small. "There's no rush, Grandma. But the world could always use more good doctors to balance out the bad ones, wouldn't you agree?"Georgina paused, considering Aria's words. "You're right, child. Sometimes, I forget how much wiser you seem than your years."Aria decided not to push further, letting the seed of the idea take root in her grandmother's mind. After all, the emotional toll of failing a patient was a heavy burden for a kind-hearted doctor to bear.Sam understood Aria's intentions. Thus, he waited until Georgina had retired for the night before assembling a computer from what appeared to be scrap metal.The dog outside began barking, but upon Sam's gaze, it fell silent, cowering. The powerful canine tucked its tail between its legs and shrunk into a ball, whimpering softly.Sarah, who had seen Sam tinkering with the "scrap" before, had assum
Since they planned to reopen Heartbound Hall, a steady supply of herbs was crucial. Nestled on the border of two states, Southbury boasted a humid climate and dense undergrowth — a veritable treasure trove for foragers. Here, one could unearth a bounty of mushrooms, including prized wild portobello and yarrow.Sam particularly favored these two herbs, easily drawn to their scent.For the locals, the mountains provided sustenance while the river quenched their thirst.Gathering a few wild yarrows was a common practice, considered perfectly acceptable. Yet, Aria and Sam weren't content with a meager harvest. They scoured nearly half the mountain, their backpacks overflowing with herbs by the time they started their descent.On their way back, they encountered Jonathan Brooks, an early riser who prided himself on being the first to claim the day's choicest mushrooms. It was a surprise for Jonathan to encounter others even earlier than himself, especially in the dark hours of the m
After the incident with the Katz family, the Fitzroys would certainly be restless. After all, not once during the entire event did Aria allow Jett to take any credit. Aria wanted to observe the Fitzroys' intentions and Laura's reaction. Human nature seemed the most unpredictable element, so taking preventive measures seemed wise. As for Jett, it was time for him to grow up. Otherwise, the Grisham family's situation would remain unsolvable. Jett hadn't failed to reflect. Today's events involving the Katz family had shaken him deeply. Before this, he had never truly understood what kind of enterprise his grandfather Clyde wanted to build. The concept of "national brands" had remained unclear to him. Many of the family's decisions had left him puzzled. But today, everything had finally clicked into place. He had even begun doubting himself, wondering if all those years abroad had been worthless. When he voiced this concern aloud, Aria responded, "Having a global perspective is
That was how certain things worked. They would initially seem insignificant until their loved ones brought them up repeatedly, causing doubt to creep in. Laura lifted her gaze. "Mom, I still think you're overthinking it. Clyde wouldn't ignore Jett and hand everything to Aria." "That's debatable." Magdalene glanced away. "After all these years, you must have forgotten. From the moment Aria was born, she stole all of Jett's attention. Even her first birthday celebration outshone the Grishams' eldest grandson. "Your late mother-in-law made poor decisions in her confusion. You can't allow the same here. Look at what happened with the Katz family. More people will support Aria, and where will that leave Jett? "As the Grishams' eldest grandson, how awkward will his position become?" With each of Magdalene's questions, Laura fell deeper into silence. She had never considered these things before. She had been happy that the Grishams and the Carvers were on good terms again. Moreo
Magdalene asked, "So Jett was just taken away without any explanation? They're practically treating him like a Carver family lackey by making him follow someone even younger than him!" She looked displeased when talking about this matter. "You're his mother, so you should be the one having control over his actions. This situation might be causing a stir, but what does it have to do with Jett? "No one even remembers he's the Grisham heir anymore!" The older generation valued reputation above all else. Magdalene selfishly hoped the Ludwiten business circle would remember Jett's success rather than the Carver family. There was nothing wrong with that desire, but the problem lay elsewhere. "Mother, you know the Katz family situation was handled entirely by Aria. Jett doesn't understand these matters, does he?" Jett's mother, Laura Fitzroy, was quite frustrated as she tried to explain things to Magdalene. "The Grishams were facing a huge crisis, yet Clyde never approached me becau
Aria knew what she was facing long before the nightclub incident came to light. It was not just about business interests but the entire profit chain that existed behind it. Why had such a nightclub existed for so long without anyone investigating thoroughly? Was she the only one who could see the problems with it? That certainly was not the case. The truth was that those working for the powerful ones simply lacked the ability or courage to investigate further. Any matter connected to the Draycott family was quietly swept under the rug. Aria was not foolish. The subtle comments made by the veteran cops were filled with hidden meanings. She observed the commotion from afar, contemplating how to break the stalemate. If she remained in her current position, even if the Draycott family fell, the people behind them would emerge unscathed. In reality, the situation had already progressed to the point where a deputy chief had committed suicide to escape punishment. Aria already had
The shareholders at the Carver Group did not understand what had happened at first. After watching the video, their expressions changed. Warren did not hold back anymore. "Is anyone here from overseas marketing?" "Mr. Carver Senior, I'm here." Aria's actions would have excited everyone in the overseas department. Warren turned to him. "I remember you saying our consumer goods weren't very popular overseas since even the domestic market preferred foreign brands. What about now?" "I believe it's time to try!" The director's voice trembled with excitement. Warren nodded with satisfaction. "Then do it. I want you to capture 50% of the market share first. Money isn't an issue." "Understood!" The meeting had everyone's blood pumping. The professionals could see what Warren was planning. Aria's move to Ludwiten wasn't coincidental. The Carvers had never limited themselves to the domestic market. It had always been difficult to achieve before, and people thought it was just t
"Haven't you seen him too?" Cassian pondered. "What do you think?" The butler struggled to answer. In both his character and appearance, Landon was practically identical to that person. At first glance, he almost thought they were the same person. But thinking carefully, how could that be possible? No one could avoid ageing, even with the most advanced medical technology. He and Cassian were practically at death's door, having lived through everything. Yet seeing someone who looked like a ghost from the past almost made him rush to reconnect. He had also asked at the Royal Hotel but had gotten no response. If it really was that person, he should be extremely old or no longer alive after all these years. "Mr. Merrick, would you like to meet him yourself?" the butler asked softly, refilling the tea. Cassian glanced at the documents handed to him. "Yes, but approaching through the Yorks would be too obvious." "Does that mean…" The butler's eyes lit up with joy. Cassian's age
Someone in the Foundation texted. "You know what needs to be done." Seeing this, Orion quickly replied. "Rest assured, the supply remains steady. I'll make the Carvers regret coming to Ludwiten." Clearly, these powerful figures weren't easily fooled. "She won't be easy to handle. Be careful and cut your losses if needed." Orion replied with a simple "Yes." Logically, someone of his status who commanded such influence in business circles shouldn't show such deference to anyone. Yet he acted like the lowest-ranking member of their group. The powerful figures seemed unconcerned with his plans, only caring about their supply. "The last batch wasn't good enough. They're too old." "Find a way to select a few more soon." "Don't focus solely on profit. Remember to give back when necessary." Orion had an epiphany. Yes, if Aria could build her reputation by supporting domestic brands, he could polish his image by "supporting" schoolchildren. There had been fewer activities this
These people had watched the Draycotts rise to power. The Draycotts had surpassed the Grishams in such a short time, which was something impossible to achieve just by absorbing factories. Besides, the Draycotts had never even run actual factories; they would always convert them to other uses after acquisition. Their real profits came from the shadows. No one knew exactly how much money Orion had, but it surely exceeded even the Grishams at their peak. The Draycott Group's funding seemed endless. They held shares in nearly every successful company in Ludwiten, especially in construction, finance, and entertainment. In Ludwiten, the Draycotts were like a predator that fed on others' blood. Others were not foolish. They could all tell that someone powerful backed him. As for Aria, besides her fiancé from the York family, she could not have any other meaningful connections. Even the Yorks had to play by Ludwiten's rules. Yet these clever people forgot one thing—desperation leads to
Aria could win the test easily, but she did not want to do it this way. The rise of Katz Cannery had left everyone restless, and the Draycott faction was already showing cracks. Those who had been on the fence started secretly reaching out to the Grishams. Orion knew about this, but he could not spare the energy to worry about loyalty now. The Draycotts were not completely clear of this mess yet. He needed to maintain his connections with the more powerful ones! Orion was not worried about other things; he just feared his insider information pipeline would be affected. These people never hesitated to take what was offered, but they turned cowardly at the first sign of trouble. Sure enough, someone had already returned their previous gifts. "Mr. Draycott, given the circumstances, we should keep our distance. You should lay low for a while." Orion laughed. Keep their distance? "Mr. Cortez, you might be fine, but my company can't afford to lay low. "I hear your wife might be exp