"Danny, what are you doing?" Gwendolyn's voice rose in alarm. She tried to stop Dante, but the words had already slipped free.The woman who had been drowning in despair suddenly rushed toward him, eyes shining with desperate hope. "If you really know how to cure me, I'll do whatever you ask.""The moment I first saw you, I could tell," Dante said evenly. "Your condition is hereditary, isn't it?""Yes. It's genetic. My grandfather had it, and now I do too."That hereditary illness had tormented Olivia for years. She had sought out the best doctors, endured three corneal transplants, and each time the disease returned within a year. After so many failures, her private physician had warned that another operation would only make the relapses come faster."Your problem isn't with your eyes," Dante explained. "It lies in the nerves behind them."He had seen similar cases while studying medicine under Athos and gained some insight, though even so he lacked full confidence in a cure.N
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