The sun was shining brightly the next morning. Before Aria had even gotten up, the clinic was already bustling.Sam came in twice and gestured beside her. However, Aria couldn't even be bothered to open her eyes. Finally, her grandmother's voice cut through the haze. "Aria, it's Thursday. Why aren't you in school?"With a groan, Aria sat up and shuffled out of bed. Despite the lack of sleep, her bare face held an undeniable beauty. "I don't have class in the morning."Georgina, a woman with a keen eye, wasn't fooled. She let out a sigh that spoke volumes. "If catching up is a problem, just tell me, dear. It's no big deal. Sarah mentioned there are supplementary classes available. Why not look into those?"Sam's eyes widened at that suggestion. A faint smile touched Aria's lips as she secured her long hair in a simple ponytail, the action revealing a small mole at the corner of her eye. "No need, Grandma. I'll handle it."Aria smiled and tied her long hair in a ponytail, making t
Absolute silence was required when checking the pulse. Thus, Solo didn't dare to say anything despite seeing Aria so close to Landon. Besides, Landon didn't resist.Releasing his wrist, Aria muttered, "It's only been three days. Why has your condition reverted back so quickly?"Landon coughed again, his voice hoarser than before. "I've always been like this. No need to blame yourself."A lazy smile played on Aria's lips. "Blame me? I'm not as virtuous as you think. I just want to understand why. Your condition shouldn't have worsened so soon."Landon's thoughts turned to the discarded aromatherapy diffuser, his expression darkening.Aria turned to Solo. "Tell me everything he's eaten, when he slept, when he woke up, in as much detail as possible."Solo immediately reported to her.Aria went silent after hearing that. "It looks like there isn't any problem with your diet."Landon clenched his hand into a fist and croaked out, "Uh-huh."Aria glanced at him. "Next time you're fre
The unexpected visitor turned out to be Joel. His face lit up with relief the moment he spotted Aria. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he approached. "Dr. Genius, I've been searching for you. Kenneth and the others were asking why you didn't come to Elmer Square for consultations yesterday."Being retired cadres, the elderly in Elmer's held significant sway, and Joel couldn't afford to offend them.Since they had asked about Aria, Joel had to seek her out."I've decided to reopen my grandmother's clinic here," Aria announced, handing Joel a piece of paper with a practiced smile. "So, I won't be continuing my consultations at Elmer Square anymore."Joel nodded, wiping his brow. "You understand Kenneth's condition and Mandy's heart..."As they were not alone, Joel was too embarrassed to say that Elmer needed her. Thus, his expression appeared strained. Aria smiled casually. "I was planning to inform them. Now that you're here, please let them know they're welcome to visit her
Upon hearing the words, "invitation letter", Solo glanced over.Landon remained indifferent. "You could say that."There was a twinkle in Aria's eyes. "Are you aiming to do good deeds anonymously?"Landon coughed lightly, his voice still rough. "My health isn't optimal. The invitation would go to waste on me. Since I can't attend, I thought it best to gift it to a deserving doctor."Aria raised an eyebrow. "Didn't it cross your mind to try your luck? The York family invited numerous renowned doctors. Perhaps one of them could help cure you."Landon lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes casting a shadow below. "I thought of it before. But I don't think there's a need for that after meeting you." His words left everyone stunned.Solo fumbled, dropping the bucket, while Aria accidentally tilted her coffee cup.Sam, who had been squatting, stood up abruptly, staring at Landon.Landon realized the intimacy of his words and hastily clarified, "I meant in terms of medical expertise.
Aria seemed oblivious to Landon's fluster, her long eyelashes casting a veil of shadow over her eyes. Landon, on the other hand, found himself averting his gaze, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "So, what's the plan for the clinic?" he rasped. Aria's smile widened, lifting her head to reveal the mole beside her eye more prominently. "Still working out the details. Grandma's vision is to provide treatment opportunities for everyone. So, gaining recognition from yesterday's event wouldn't align with that."Landon muttered a response, initially considering ordering Solo to assist with the clinic's operations. However, Aria appeared to have her own agenda, implying she might not want his involvement.Grateful he didn't press further, Aria raised her cup in a toast. "Please support me when the time comes."Solo pondered if Landon's support was lacking, considering he practically lived in the clinic. Yet, he refrained from commenting.Landon even forbade them from driving the
"Let's just say they weren't exactly welcoming," Aria replied with a nonchalant shrug, picking a few choice examples from her previous encounter. "The bodyguard barred me from entry, and their secretary looked down on me. 'Respect yourself,' they said, as if I was some street urchin."It turned out Aria had long suspected Troy's identity. It was just that she said nothing about it.Given the close ties between the Jepson and Layne families, Troy likely recognized her from the party. This could explain his condescension while she administered CPR. As for the occupant of the exclusive Maybach, it didn't take much deduction to guess who it was.The person capable of commanding Troy's deference must be the rumored tycoon dominating the business world—the heir to the York family.Aria refrained from disclosing how the heir had assisted the HOU in tracking her closely. Her current guise as a "fake heiress" was her most effective disguise.Solo's expression darkened upon hearing Aria's a
Aria, oblivious to Solo's hint, maintained her smile. "I might have been influenced by those rumors as well." Solo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. Thankfully, Aria knew that she had misunderstood.However, Aria added, "Rich people can be quite unpredictable, though. I can't say for sure about that Mr. York."Solo was exasperated, avoiding Landon's gaze. He wished she had skipped that remark.Meanwhile, Landon stood in his white shirt and black pants, his eyes holding a hint of indifference and danger.Aria straightened up, pouring him another cup of coffee. "I was only joking earlier. But from a medical standpoint, his aversion to physical contact might indicate allergies or sensitivities."Solo was once again taken aback. Aria had managed to deduce Landon's condition without even meeting him. Though she might not excel in conversation, her medical acumen was undeniable.Upon hearing this, Landon offered a half-smile. "Indeed, Mr. York experiences discomfort with
Landon straightened up, offering a genuine smile. "Okay," he said. Their interaction felt natural. It was like they were old friends catching up. However, Solo couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the vibe. Plus, he'd never seen Landon act like this with anyone—he seemed to be flirting with Aria. It was quite rare to witness Landon behaving that way. One would find it difficult to take their eyes off Landon when he tugged at his collar, smilingly under the locust tree.A wild thought struck Solo. Could Landon be falling for Aria? He didn't dare dwell on it, though, and kept his gaze downcast.Meanwhile, Georgina had finished boiling water and called them over to cook some herbs. Georgina was happy that Aria's friends were staying over for dinner. While pondering what else to buy for dinner, she headed out with Sarah. This time, Sam joined them.Aria turned up the heat in the treatment room and asked Landon to lie down while she researched something onlin
"I'll ask Boss if she needs a bellboy!"Harry hadn't changed a bit. With his flashy gold chains and oversized watch, he was always quick to jump at any opportunity to make money. If Aria invited him to meet other businessmen, he'd be on board without hesitation.Everyone who did business with Aria shared a common trait—they would get addicted. Every entrepreneur dreamed of growth. The longer they toil in the market, the stronger their desire to expand. It was a universal truth among business leaders.For these dreamers, an investor like Aria was a godsend. She thrived on improvement, making her an ideal partner.Harry, as enthusiastic as ever, bombarded Aria with messages. Aria had planned to visit Ludwiten before, but things kept happening, delaying her trip. Her frequent nightmares and the unresolved tension between her mother and uncles weighed on her mind. Now, with Barron leaving some important items for her in Ludwiten, she had no choice but to go. Sneaking there was neve
"Honestly, you shouldn't let Boss go to Ludwiten. If she insists on going, at least send me along! It's not as if you're unaware of how messy their business circle can be. This isn't Janovin we're talking about!"Harry's voice rang loud and clear as he slammed his palm on the CEO's desk, a bold move no one else at Grand Construction Corp would dare attempt. The employees outside exchanged curious glances, whispering among themselves. What could have dragged Harry back from his vacation in such a state?Harry was worried. "We have plenty of employees. How could you let a lady like her go over there by herself? What if she gets harassed? At least here, our influence can protect her. People would think twice once they know who she is. Stop sipping that coffee and answer me already!"Tavian Montague, the vice-CEO, sighed and powered off his computer. He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Harry, calm down. Do you really think Aria got this far on luck? Don't let her lo
The eight figures sat together, ostensibly discussing Aria's arrival. In truth, their agenda was far less noble—they were determined to keep the items they had long appropriated, refusing to return what rightfully belonged to others. After holding onto these possessions for so long, they had convinced themselves they were entitled to them.Their plan was to maintain a façade of respect toward the Carver family to avoid public scrutiny. However, they were equally resolute in protecting their own interests. They intended to demonstrate the influence of Ludwiten's business elite on Aria. It would be much better if she could be persuaded to invest billions in their ventures.It was a strategy they'd employed before, notably with Owen, and found it amusing.Yet Percy, despite his youth, was not so easily deceived. His calm demeanor and precise legal arguments left little room for manipulation. The Carver family's resilience, after all, stemmed largely from their grandchildren.Sti
Tobias once said that Aria was the most gifted person in the Decatorian way. Yet, for all her supposed talent, she couldn't use the Emperor Coins just by casually throwing them on her first attempt. She had to study them before she could wield them effectively.Thankfully, Leon chose the entertainment industry. If he had chosen to be inducted in the Decatorian way, the disciples of Mount Dracotigris would have been disheartened. "Leon, have you ever considered going into another industry?" Aria asked. Leon shook his head, a rebellious smirk on his face. "Aria, look at me. This face was born to be a celebrity. It'd be a crime to waste it."Aria sighed, accustomed to his narcissism. It was hard to argue—Leon's rebellious charm and striking looks had won over both women and men. Yet, his popularity brought challenges of its own."I still have Emperor Coins with me," Aria said, pulling out a beaded bracelet adorned with the coins and securing it around Leon's wrist. "Take it. For yo
Warren's eyes reddened as he gazed at Fergus, the grandson he had once hoped to raise personally. In that moment, he felt his life had been worthwhile. As one grew older, they came to understand a fundamental truth—if their descendants could grasp their thoughts, rather than dismissing the ways of the past as irrelevant, it was something to celebrate. Warren could now pass on everything to his grandchildren, finally feeling worthy within the Carver family.…Meanwhile, Leon furrowed his brows in the second-floor bedroom. "What are they talking about?""It's probably about Ludwiten. They have some business to settle. Why?" Aria had intentionally given Fergus and Warren some time to talk. As for her, she stayed with Leon in his room, playing games and snacking.When she heard his question, she smiled. "Are you interested as well, Leon?""I'm not cut out for business." Leon couldn't sit still and kept pacing back and forth. His silver hair, falling perfectly, made him look like a
That night, Warren stood before the memorial hall and spoke to his ancestors."Aria will be returning to Ludwiten tonight. Things will be different this time. There will be many obstacles ahead of her, but we must return eventually. Aria will finish what I couldn't. Please protect her."The Carver family was forced to shift their business from Ludwiten to Janovin at the time. And back then, they believed they could return at any moment. Yet, over 70 years had passed since then.Both Warren and Stephen were sentimental individuals, always hoping to return to Ludwiten. However, circumstances had shifted over the years. Moreover, the business landscape in Ludwiten had grown increasingly complex, with rising foreign investments. Their commitments in Janovin, especially after Owen married Fiona, kept them from returning.Warren had expected Owen to stay in Ludwiten, as he had promised the Grisham family. But Owen broke that promise.Warren's greatest wish had always been to return to
Although the crow was unsure of its owner's thoughts, it was indeed afraid of the dagger made out of Oracle bones.In fact, it wasn't made of ordinary animal bones. It was from the Oracle, one of the Four Perils. Most importantly, it carried spiritual energy from heaven and earth.Back then, the crow didn't expect the insignificant sect, which was consistently at the bottom of each tournament, to have the purest spiritual energy. Plus, all of their members were not to be underestimated. The crow would have never believed it if it hadn't come to live in the mountains with Landon. After all, Landon was bewitched to become the woman's boy toy. He stayed behind only because he liked the sect's spiritual energy. At that, the crow shifted its body and didn't continue to disturb Landon. Since Landon mentioned he needed the knife sheath, the crow would go and get it. Apart from the curved dagger in the wooden box, there was also a somewhat inconspicuous emerald and a turtle shell-lik
The box included a protective membrane. Carrying bones around would raise questions in modern days. Even Aria worried about inspections. Sometimes, Tobias acted just like those arcane seekers from Mount Dracotigris. When her fingertips touched it, heat surged through her bloodline. The blade felt like it belonged in her hands; even its tassel was exquisitely crafted. But she remembered something when she entered the manifestation and got the Soul-Summoning Plaque. She had been an arcane seeker in her past life, hadn't she? Could an arcane seeker use a blade? She had mostly seen them wielding swords, just like those TV shows with flying swordsmen. Perhaps she had to use a blade because she came from a smaller guild. As Aria traced the bone blade, her initial attraction grew into fascination. Tobias wouldn't leave her just any blade. Since she'd encountered it in the manifestation, it must be connected to her. "Do you like it?" Suddenly, Landon's voice came close. It was low,
Breaking the Eight Trigrams Manifestation required precision instead of force. The path led from the East Gate of Life through the Southwest Gate of Rest, finally striking through the North Gate of Opening. But this was not just about breaking a manifestation. The lock had eight marks—Life, Rest, Harm, Block, Vision, Death, Awakening, and Opening. These were the eight gates within the manifestation. As Aria studied the corresponding numbers, she was suddenly struck with inspiration. Following the sequence, she pressed them. The lock then opened with a click. She raised an eyebrow, recognizing the familiar combination. "0715, my birthday." Aria casually opened the box. "Typical of Mr. Revelare to choose that date." She knew she was born on Twilight Hallows, a day when parents would urge children home early. Owen had always believed Aria's birth signs were not the best, and he thought this was likely because of this day. People considered it the Day of Spirits. On this day, a