Anthea felt a tap on her head that left her dazed. In her previous life as a tech mogul, she''d never


    been treated like a child nor had anyone ever patted her head like that...


    Soon after, they arrived at the airport.


    Nanson repeated his earlier advice.


    This time, Anthea didn''t mind his rambling.


    Boarding the ne, Sarah chuckled, "Ann, I never realized before, but you uncle is so considerate


    and nice, isn''t he?"


    "Was he not like that with Reba?" Anthea responded.


    "Not at all," Sarah shook her head.


    Reba used to look down on Nanson for just being a delivery guy. She wouldn''t even spare him a


    word, often resorting to sarcasm, never treating him with the respect due to an elder.


    Affection, after all, is a two-way street. With Reba''s disdain for Nanson, it was natural for him not


    to be fond of her.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Thus, Sarah had always thought of Nanson as a very stern man. She never imagined he could be


    so endearing.


    The flight from Cloudcrest to Capital City took about four hours.


    So, once the ne was airborne, Anthea put on her sleep mask and decided to catch up on some


    rest.


    She had streamed live until 3 a.m. the previous night and could use the time to recharge.


    Just then, a piercing cry of a baby filled the ne.


    All the passengers were jolted awake, their gazes turning towards the source of the sound.


    A young couple was trying to soothe their kid.


    The wife, her face flushed with embarrassment, said, "I''m so sorry everyone, our baby choked while


    eating. We''re so sorry for the disturbance."


    At that moment, the baby''s crying abruptly stopped.


    The husband rmed, eximed, "Sally, look! What''s wrong with the baby? Her face is turning


    blue!"


    Sally nced down, her face draining of color as a tearful voice erupted, "Baby, are you okay?"


    The child''splexion was a ghastly shade of blue, lips sealed shut, appearing as if she was on


    the brink of death.


    "Give the child to me," a calm voice cut through the tension.


    Sally looked up to see a girl in herte teens. She was stunningly beautiful. The term ''breathtaking''


    would not do her justice.


    But, this girl seemed too young.


    "What do you want to do?" Sally eyed Anthea warily.


    Anthea offered a faint smile, "I know ancient healing arts. Please, give me the child, or she might


    not make it."


    At this, not only the young couple but also the other passengers were stunned.


    Such a young girl iming to know ancient healing arts? It sounded like a joke.


    Ancient healing arts were the precious legacy left by ancestors, with profound mysteries and


    typically required decades to master. As such, it was usually older individuals who were proficient in


    them. It was rare for the young to boast such knowledge.


    So, Anthea''s im was as good as a joke in the eyes of many.


    The young couple couldn''t bring themselves to trust Anthea.


    In the meantime, the baby''splexion was turning from blue to an ashen white, her body limp.


    The husband, ovee with fear, cried out and without much thought, handed the baby to Anthea,


    "Please, you must save my child!"


    "Benson! Are you out of your mind?" Sally looked at her husband in disbelief.


    Then, she tried to snatch the baby back, "Give me my child!"


    Benson held Sally back, "Sally, calm down, let her try! Our baby''s life is slipping away!"


    Right now, they were desperate, willing to grasp at any straw rather than just watch their baby die.


    Sally struggled fiercely, "Benson, let me go! She could kill our baby!"


    As a mother, Sally couldn''t bear to hand over her flesh and blood to a girl who was barely an adult.


    Benson looked at Anthea with pleading eyes, "Miss, we''re in your hands now."


    Anthea nodded slightly, cradling the infant, she knelt down, positioning the baby face down over her


    knees.


    She first pressed on several key points on the baby''s body, then gently patted the child''s back.


    After a series of movements, not only was there no improvement, but the condition seemed to


    worsen.


    The babyy motionless on Anthea''s knees, looking as if she had stopped breathing.


    At this sight, a collective gasp swept through the cabin.


    The girl''s audacity was astounding! She was meddling with a human life!