Chapter 19
Felici
stepped into Harmony Medical Center, feigning ignorance of the prying eyes that seemed to follow her. She strolled into the center with an air of confidence.
The work was straightforward. In her past life, she had taken the job to earn a little extra cash and to collect discarded herbs for her to practice on her own, but that day, she felt different.
Just as she set up the small stove, Clive arrived, waving her over. “Come here, Licia. Let’s go make a house call,”
The way Clive called her “Licia” left the nearby apprentices and the senior physicians following Clive in stunned silence.
After a brief pause, whispers erupted around the room. “So she’s Mr. Walsh Senior’s granddaughter? The real heiress that the Fuller family just brought back?”
“Congratulations, Mr. Walsh Senior!”
“What a coincidence! Felicia has been working part–time here for a year, and we didn’t even know she was your granddaughter!”
Obediently, Felicia walked over and greeted him, “Hello, Grandpa.”
Clive only hummed in reply, his stern demeanor softening just slightly. Everyone knew he was a master of medicine, highly respected wherever he went. Yet, he often lamented his lack of an heir.
His youngest daughter, Myra, had no interest in medicine and rebelled against him, causing a rift between them. Meanwhile, his two sons had proven to be disappointments, lacking any talent.
Now that Felicia, who showed promise, had arrived, Clive clearly wanted to nurture his granddaughter
Felicia understood this but also knew that, with her skills, she could teach him a thing or two.
Throughout the day, she shadowed Clive as he treated patients. He patiently guided her through the traditional methods, allowing her to observe and learn.
As they finished up the last patient’s chart, Clive asked, “Licia, did you learn anything? It
questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”
you have
Felicia hesitated. She almost voiced her thoughts about their convoluted methods, but she decided to swallow them instead.
She had just watched him treat two patients using acupuncture, and while his techniques were undoubtedly masterful, they were overly complicated.
For problems that required three needles, she knew she could solve them with just one–and achieve better results.
But she kept that to herself, voicing it would only spark outrage.
Felicia longed for a chance to demonstrate her skills independently. She hoped to earn her place in Harmony Medical Centre and split the fees for house calls–this would be a lucrative opportunity!
Little did she know that chance was just around the comer.
The last house call remained on the list. The address led to an upscale estate in Khogend, where every Inch of land was incredibly valuable.
After arriving, Felicia surveyed her surroundings and noticed discreet cameras everywhere. There were no bodyguards or other maids in sight, just an elderly butler leading the way
Once inside, the butler, William Wayne, stated, “Mr. Russell doesn’t meet outsiders. Aside from Mr. Walsh Senior, only one assistant is allowed. The rest can wait on the first floor.”
After a moment’s thought, Clive decided to bring Felicia with him.
William guided them to a bedroom on the second floor. The room was huge, with a sleek, minimalist design in shades of gray. It looked clean and cold.
“Mr. Russell is inside. Please, come in.”
As they entered the room, Felicia stole a quick glance. Sunlight streamed through the drawn curtains, illuminating a figure seated on the bed. The man’s long, dark eyes held an unsettling intensity, his lips pale and pressed into a thin line, exuding an intimidating presence.
It was… Stephan?
A chill ran down Felicia’s spine, and she nearly turned to flee. The memory of that suffocating grip a
around her throat flashed through her mind, setting her nerves on edge.
But to Stephan, her expression was like a startled cat, ready to bolt or swipe at him at any moment.
Raising an eyebrow, Stephan’s surprise quickly morphed into a smirk. He fixed his gaze on her. “You, come here.”
Felicia pretended she hadn’t heard him.
