"Mr. Wright, this is Ms. Yeager."


    Reba stood tall, a polite smile gracing her lips, "Kendrick, we meet again."


    Audrey nced at Reba, thoughts churning. Her suspicions were confirmed.


    The youngdy before her appeared to be around eighteen, with well-proportioned features. Not


    exactly stunning, but certainly nothing to scoff at either. However, her im to remarkable healing


    abilities was truly extraordinary.


    Beauty is for the eyes to behold, while medical skill saves lives.


    Between the two, skill is undoubtedly the more precious.


    Kendrick frowned, "The Miss Yeager I''ve been looking for isn''t her!"


    Reba''s smile froze.


    If not her, then who? Besides her, who else possessed the miraculous ability to snatch life from the


    jaws of death?


    Was Kendrick losing his marbles, failing to recognize his own lifesaver?


    "Kendrick," Reba pressed on, "Have you forgotten? I am a descendant of the legendary healer


    of the country, and it was my pill that cured your ailment."


    Without her, Kendrick would likely be six feet under by now!


    And yet, the ungrateful man had forgotten his own savior.


    Reba felt a surge of indignation, nearly choked by Kendrick''s ingratitude.


    The debt of a life saved is immeasurable, and he had the audacity to forget her.


    Kendrick waved dismissively, "I remember you, yourst name is Morris, but that pill you gave me—


    I never took it! My illness was cured by Miss Yeager!"


    Without another look at Reba’s face, Kendrick turned to Alex and said, "Alex, I''m looking for


    Miss Yeager! She is a very pretty youngdy, a bit shorter than you, fairer skin too!"


    Kendrick reminisced about Anthea’s appearance, describing her to Alex.


    Reba was at a loss for words.


    She had cured Kendrick, yet he denied it, insisting on crediting someone else as his savior.


    Who could stand for that?


    "Kendrick, the person you''re looking for is indeed me!" Reba struggled to contain her anger.


    "I may be old, but I''m not blind!" Kendrick retorted bluntly. "Corrin! Return Ms. Yeager''s pill to her!"


    Corrin hurried out, clutching a small wooden box, and upon opening it, said, "Ms. Morris, this


    medicine has been in safekeeping, and now it''s time to return it to its rightful owner."


    Reba was taken aback.


    It was indeed her medicine, procured from her system, and unmistakable.


    Kendrick had not taken her pill. What was going on?


    If Kendrick hadn''t taken her medicine, then who had healed him?


    Who had stolen her credit?


    Holding the pill box, Reba was rooted to the spot, her face ashen, a cold sweat breaking out on


    her back.


    She had thought herself Kendrick''s savior, but it was all a misunderstanding.


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    The embarrassment of just having proimed herself as Kendrick''s lifesaver was unbearable,


    wishing she could vanish into thin air.


    What now?


    Kendrick ignored Reba, turning to Alex, "Alex, where is Miss Yeager? Take me to the front hall!"


    "The front hall is too chaotic, Mr. Wright. Please wait here a moment." With that, Alex hurried


    towards the front hall.


    Anthea was already on her fourth piece of cake.


    She was devouring each bite with such gusto, making a simple b of cake seem like gourmet fare.


    Concentration always draws attention, even when it''s just eating.


    "Ms. Yeager, hello, my name is Bryce Harper, may I have the pleasure of knowing you?"


    Anthea had just finished her cake when a pleasant male voice reached her ears.