Chapter 5

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 to be in LA, and the reward is huge."

Amelia yawned. "Not interested."

She hung up and turned to the man.

"Jenkins family? What do you want with me?"

"Our third young master, Carl, needs a doctor. We're offering one million for the consultation."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Tell me more. What's wrong with him?"

The man frowned, looking both reluctant and cautious. "Carl has been in poor health for years. We can't disclose the details, but the Jenkins family is being very sincere. If you agree, the money is guaranteed."

Amelia nodded thoughtfully. The Jenkins family was indeed wealthy, sending a helicopter to fetch her.

She had thought for a moment that she'd finally found her real family, but this job intrigued her.

A meaningful smile curled her lips as she tapped her phone with her porcelain-white fingers. After a moment, she said, "This sounds complicated, but I'll take the job."

A flicker of relief crossed the man's eyes. "Thank you, Miss Cromwell. Everything is ready at the Caesar Hotel. They're waiting for you."

Amelia now looked confident, a stark contrast to her demeanor at Maynard's house.

She smiled and said, "No rush. I'll sleep on it and start tomorrow."

Amelia's biggest interest, aside from making money, was curing all sorts of difficult cases.

Jobs like this one from the Jenkins family were right up her alley.

The next morning, Amelia woke up in the hotel bed.

On hot mornings like this, she always hated leaving the soft mattress.

But since she had taken the job, she had to get going.

After washing her face, she left and headed toward the Caesar Hotel.

Just as she was about to arrive, a scream came from across the street!

"Help! Someone's fainted!"

In an instant, a crowd gathered.

"Oh my god, it's a little kid!"

"His face is so pale. It's terrifying..."

Hearing the commotion, Amelia didn't hesitate. She stopped, quickly pushed through the crowd, and knelt beside the boy.

The little boy, no more than four or five, lay on the ground, his forehead beaded with sweat and his face utterly pale.

A middle-aged man grabbed a guy in a casual shirt with a medical bag. "Hey, buddy, you a doctor? Help this kid!"

The man shrugged. "Can't do it, sir. The parents aren't here, and I don't want to take risks. Besides, I don't treat just anyone."

Amelia pushed past them and said in a calm, professional tone, "Everyone, step back and let some air through. He needs fresh air."

Her confident demeanor and firm voice seemed to calm the crowd, who quickly made space for her.

Amelia knelt down, placed her hand on the boy's wrist to check his pulse, and observed his complexion and breathing.

A middle-aged woman nearby asked, "Young lady, are you a doctor?"

Amelia quickly unbuttoned the boy's suit jacket and found a shady spot. "Don't worry, I have a medical license," she said, pulling out a folding medical kit from her backpack.

Inside were rows of tools and surgical scalpels, neatly arranged.

"Stop!" the man in the casual shirt shouted. "How can you just treat a patient like this?"

Ignoring him, Amelia focused on the boy's pulse and heart rate.

The man, Oliver, scoffed, "I'm a student at The Capital Medical University. My teacher is Dr. Adler. You say you have a license? How old are you?"

Amelia didn't respond, keeping her attention on the boy.

"I'm talking to you!" Oliver said, annoyed at being ignored. "You're delaying the rescue. Let me do CPR on the patient."

Amelia glanced at him coldly.

"He has heatstroke. Why would you do CPR?" Her voice was icy. "Quack."