The Heir Who Refused My Treatment Became Barren

Lilith's POV

I was not lying.

An ancestor of the Ward family had conducted himself poorly. As a result, he was cursed to never have children. It was only through the intervention of someone powerful that the effects of the curse were alleviated enough for him to have a few generations of descendants.

Matthew Ward’s infertility was an effect of that curse.

However, Matthew’s grandfather, Lester Ward, did not believe that.

“I’ve asked around. You’re Statute Hospital’s most renowned expert in andrology. You specialize in using snake toxins as treatments. You cured the head of the Locke family of his long-term infertility. How could you not cure my grandson?”

Lester was very worked up. It was likely that I was his last hope.

In the previous timeline, I had married Matthew, and Lester used to be very nice to me. But when Matthew extracted my scales and sold me off abroad, Lester had simply avoided my pleading gaze with a sigh.

“Matt is the head of the Ward family now. I don’t have the authority to go against his decision. After all, we are humans, and you are beastfolk. I hope that you reincarnate as a human in your next life, Lilith!”

So I was beastfolk, was I?

After I had cured Matthew, they had praised me and called me a blessing. They had even been moments away from worshipping me as a deity.

I scoffed to myself and replied lightly, “Matthew’s member is one of death. No matter how skilled I am, I cannot bring it back to life.”

“Nonsense! You’re a quack! What do you know about treating illnesses?”

Matthew sauntered into the room while pulling Cynthia Harman along by the hand. He brought her before Lester.

“Grandpa, Cynthia is the true expert here. Only she can cure my condition!”

Lester looked between Cynthia and me somewhat doubtfully.

Cynthia put on a small smile. “Mr. Ward, I graduated from Hymnward Medical School. The famous Professor Duncan was my mentor. I’ve handled countless cases with him. I’m confident that I can cure Matt.”

This made Lester’s eyes light up. “Really? Well then, I’ll have to trouble you with his case!”

I snickered.

Indeed, Cynthia had returned from her studies overseas. However, she had barely graduated from some nameless nursing school. That stuff about being a graduate of Hymnward and a student of Professor Duncan was a lie fabricated by my adoptive parents to raise her standing.

Well, I wanted to see how she would treat Matthew.

Lester took back the company shares and property deed he had brought as engagement offers as if nothing had happened and left.

Before leaving, Matthew whispered viciously into my ear, “Don’t you dare come between me and Cynthia again. If you do, I’ll destroy you!”

It seemed that he had gone back in time as well.

I watched him stomp off. The dark miasma surrounding his waist became even thicker and darker. Within twenty-four hours, the curse on Matthew would coalesce, and he would be beyond help for good.

This time, he was destined to be barren.

When the Ward men left, my adoptive parents quickly rushed over.

“Did the Ward family come to propose a marriage? If you marry up, our family is going to be rich!”

My adoptive mother, Harriet, was beaming.

My adoptive father, Bart, was clearly excited.

“Surely the engagement gifts offered would be worth a lot. I spent twenty hard years raising you. If they offer too little, I won’t agree to this marriage. The gifts must be worth at least five hundred million dollars. No, a billion dollars!”

Cynthia chuckled at this. She said meanly, “Don’t get so excited yet, Mom, Dad. Lil’s already botched the engagement with the Ward family.”