Kendrick''s brow furrowed ever so slightly. During his illness, a parade of so-called specialists had


    come knocking, each more self-promoting than thest, but not a single one had any real talent!


    Kendrick hadn''t bought into the ims of any of these self-proimed medical savants.


    Damian continued, "Dad, Ms. Morris brought over a family heirloom remedy. I''m certain it can


    restore your health."


    At that moment Reba gracefully stood up, "Good day, Mr. Wright, I''m Reba Morris."


    She hadn''t risen earlier on purpose, a bit of posturing on her part.


    After all, as a descendant of the legendary doctor, appearing too eager would surely cheapen her


    stature, wouldn''t it?


    Reba had lived two lifetimes and was no longer the naive girl she once was.


    Kendrick nodded indifferently, then turned to Damian, "I''ve already found a real doctor for my


    condition. You may tell Ms. Morris she can leave now."


    "Dad," Damian, sensing Kendrick''s skepticism, pleaded, "Dad! Trust me, Ms. Morris can cure you!"


    Through their conversations, Damian hade to believe that Reba''s demeanor and poise


    were far beyond what one would expect from a teenager.


    Therefore, Damian had immense faith in Reba.


    The legendary doctor was no ordinary man, so his descendant surely couldn''t be just anybody


    either.


    Reba offered a wry smile, "I may be young, Mr. Wright, and I understand your doubt. But I can


    assure you, I am indeed the direct heir to the doctor''s legacy. I''m only 18, and, not to sound


    immodest, but have you ever seen a teenager with my level ofposure?"


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    Hearing this, Kendrick lifted his gaze toward Reba. Had he not met Anthea that day, he might


    have considered Reba to be an exceptional young talent.


    Indeed, few teenagers possessed her level of calm, and her speech didn''t sound childish either.


    But having met Anthea, Kendrick was no longer impressed.


    Compared to Anthea, Reba fell short. She was too arrogant.


    Could a true descendant of the Legendary Doctor be so full of pride?


    Kendrick said, "It''s good for the young to be confident, but do you realize that too much confidence


    is actually just arrogance?"


    The audacity of this old man! Reba cursed inwardly.


    If she weren''t trying to upgrade her system, did he really think she''d bother saving him?


    He should be grateful, not hurling insults!


    But, for the sake of upgrading her system, Reba swallowed her pride, "Mr. Wright, this might be


    hard to hear, but apart from my remedy, there''s no cure for your ailment!"


    Her implication was clear: miss out on her help, and Kendrick''s fate was sealed.


    Death. Who isn''t afraid of death?


    Had Kendrick not encountered Anthea that day, he might have given Reba a chance.


    But he had met Anthea. Anthea was calm and kind, more reliable than Reba.


    Moreover, Kendrick didn''t believe that a mere pill could heal his ailment.


    If it were that simple, he wouldn''t have suffered for so long.


    "Ms. Morris, we don’t doubt you, but there are always greater powers at y. Damian, show our


    guest out!"


    "Dad?" Damian looked helplessly at Kendrick.


    Kendrick''s frown deepened, "Do my words no longer carry weight?"


    Reba smiled faintly, stepping forward, "It’s okay, Mr. Wright. I''ll take my leave. I''ll leave this


    medicine for you, Mr. Wright, with hopes for your swift recovery."


    With those final words, Reba turned and left.


    She was absolutely certain that Kendrick would eventually take her left-behind medicine.


    It was just a matter of time.


    Because in this world, no one but her could heal Kendrick.


    When facing the brink of death, even the slimmest chance of survival is not easily dismissed.


    So, Kendrick would surely take her medicine. And once healed, Kendrick would surely regret his


    actions of today.