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Amelia shook her head. "That won't solve the problem. I originally planned to tell you about the poisoning in secret, but after today's emergency, having to drain Miss Madrigal’s poisoned blood, whoever's behind this definitely knows we're onto them."“If you personally take over her meals, whoever's behind this will realize you suspect there's a mole in the family," She warned, letting her words hang for a moment. "That'll spook them. They'll start covering their tracks, and we'll lose our only lead. Since we're still in the dark, let's not rush into anything. Just act like everything's perfectly normal."Eugene’s jaw clenched, worry creasing his forehead. "But what about my sister…"“Trust me," Amelia cut in softly, her tone steady and assured. "I might have a way to handle this, but you have to let me take the lead."Eugene didn't hesitate as he pressed. "What's your plan?"Amelia began to speak, but her phone suddenly buzzed, interrupting her mid-sentence.Eugene nodded, waving a h

Amelia stepped briskly into Meloria Hospital's lobby, only to be brought to a halt by a voice she'd know anywhere.“Well, well. Weren't you supposed to be in Critport?" Layla Brown sneered, arms folded, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.“What brings you crawling back?"Amelia didn't bother shifting her gaze. That icy tone, soaked in disdain, was all the identification she needed.Layla was the Brown family's biological daughter, while Amelia was merely their adopted one.Back then, Alana and Paul had been two years into marriage and desperate for a child. Both were healthy, yet no child came. On someone's suggestion, they'd turned to adoption, taking in baby Amelia to fill the silence in their home.But fate had a certain sense of timing. When Amelia turned five, Alana gave birth to Layla, their own flesh and blood.Once Layla arrived, the Brown family's warmth toward Amelia vanished like morning mist. Kindness gave way to cold stares, scolding shouts, and cruel hands. And it wasn't

Those words sent chills down Amelia’s spine.Shot at the chest?Though that scared her but she tried to stay hopeful.She got to know that the doctors were still operating on him and the bullst was dangerously close to his heart.Suddenly, the doors to the emergency room burst open. The doctor stepped out, face slick with sweat and exhaustion, but before he cold get a word out, a small crowd swept down the hallway, a stern looking middle-aged woman leading a team of doctors and nurses in white coats.Amelia immediately spotted Jacob among the crowd.The doctor who had just stepped out of the emergency room stiffened, eyes darting to the middle-aged woman at the head of the group, she was the hospital’s director, her authority evident in her posture.“Ma’am…” Ths doctor began, only to be briskly cut off by the director.“Dr Jacob Gates is here. He’ll take over.”Jacob’s name alone made the doctor’s jaw drop. He was rendered momentarily speechless, his eyes fixed on the eldest man in the

About an hour later, a nurse walked out of the OR and delivered the news…Lucas was now out of danger, the surgery was successful.In reality, Jacob and his team had been sitting idle in the operating room before sending out the nurse to announce that the surgery was over, all to cover for Amelia’s discrete identity as Gifted.Soon, Lucas was moved to a VIP ward, his vitals were stable and he was safe at last.********In the private hospital room, Amelia handed the elegantly wrapped box to Jacob with a gentle smile, her words smooth as she slipped into her charade.“Here are the desserts you asked for. Thank you, Dr Gates for everything you’ve done.”Jacob waved her gratitude away with a shake of his head.“The credit isn’t mine to take. If Gifted hadn’t unexpected decided to step in and operate on Mr Sullivan, this surgery might not have been a success. Truly, you should be thanking Gifted. And also, Mr Sullivan’s luck can’t be understated.”Viola chimed in, her voice still laced with

A wave of frustration washed over Damian as he remembered Sophia’s constant battle with her illness, his chest tightened with worry.“Damian, we only know that Gifted might be a young man, but we have no idea what he looks like. How are we supposed to pick him out from a crowd?" Eve’s frown deepened. Not once during her search had she seen anyone who matched the mysterious air they expected from Gifted.“No one really knows what he looks like. He keeps his face hidden. Maybe we'll just have to trust our gut, or hope that fate shines on Sophia and she becomes the next person he helps." Shrugging in defeat, Damian let out a breath. Whether they trusted their instincts during the search or pinned their hopes on Gifted voluntarily offering to treat Sophia, either choice felt unlikely to lead anywhere.“Didn't Gifted help someone at Meloria Hospital? Maybe Sophia’s luck will come through for her this time." Eve perked up.Damian’s shoulders sagged. "It's so frustrating! We finally got a lea