Some doctors used their stethoscopes and other devices to check Oliver’s vitals. Those who couldn’t get through observed the medical equipment anxiously.

“Dad, how do you feel?”

Rebecca hadn’t expected Oliver to wake up. She was overwhelmed with joy. Though he was still weak, he could speak a few simple sentences.

It was incredibly shocking. The news spread like wildfire through the medical community.

Rebecca walked to a quiet corner and leaned against the window. She gazed at the bustling traffic below, her delicate face expressionless.

Finally, after the acupuncture, she could relax. From a distance, she appeared somewhat exhausted.

After comforting her parents, Rebecca approached Sandra.

“Ms. Hill,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Thank you so much. From now on, my life is in your hands.”

Rebecca didn’t know how to fully express her gratitude. She felt tangled inside, unsure of how to convey the depth of her thanks.

As she finished speaking, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Sandra understood. She smiled gently and replied, “It’s okay.”

“When your dad gets better, tell him I want to eat the cherries he grows,” Sandra added with a warm smile.

Rebecca sobbed a little, her emotions overflowing. “I’ll save the best and biggest ones for you.”

Sandra’s smile brightened even more. “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

With that, Sandra glanced out the window. “It’s getting late. I should head home.”

Sandra had just finished arguing with Wesley, and now she had over a dozen missed calls on her phone, along with countless text messages from Joey. Wesley and Joey were waiting downstairs. Sandra had no choice but to leave; after all, she still had to give Wesley his acupuncture treatment tonight.

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Rebecca nodded. “I’ll see you off.”

“No need.” Sandra pointed toward the car downstairs. “Someone is waiting for me.”

Rebecca sniffed. “Then when will we see each other again?”

“When the cherries are ripe.” Sandra wanted to eat them now. She was quite picky and only bought what she considered the best. Over the years, she only ate fruit from the Reynolds family.

She was still thinking about how to explain things to Wesley when a group of people blocked her path at the door.

Outside the hospital, Wesley was fiddling with Joey’s phone. Joey stood beside the car, speechless. Wesley had already made dozens of phone calls and sent countless threatening text messages from his own phone, but Sandra had never replied. If it hadn’t been for someone from the Cooper family confirming that she was inside the hospital, he would have thought she wasn’t there at all.

After another five minutes of waiting, he grew restless.

“Mr. Cooper, is there any chance that Mrs. Cooper wants to spend the night in the hospital?” Joey asked.

He felt it was unlikely. After all, the bed in the Cooper Villa was far better than those in the hospital. The villa was quiet and suited Sandra perfectly. It would be absurd to stay in a noisy, virus-filled place when there was a perfectly good villa to live in.

Wesley’s face darkened.

He threw the phone at Joey. “Get in the car!”

Joey caught it carefully, smiling awkwardly. “Mr. Cooper, I was just joking. Let’s wait for Mrs. Cooper.”

Wesley leaned back in his seat, his face hidden in the shadows, yet a chilling aura surrounded him. This time, Sandra had truly crossed his bottom line. Joey didn’t dare say anything more and turned to get in the car.

Just then, his phone rang. “It must be Mrs. Cooper. Mr. Cooper, maybe she was just busy earlier, right?”

Joey quickly pulled out his phone, but his heart sank when he saw the caller ID. It wasn’t Sandra—it was a doctor he had a good relationship with. Still, he answered.

Maybe it was his imagination, but when the phone rang, the cold aura around Wesley seemed to ease slightly.

Joey’s expression soured after ending the call. “Mr. Cooper, something’s wrong.”

Wesley frowned immediately. “What happened?”

“Mrs. Cooper has been detained by the hospital!”

Wesley was speechless. Sandra was really troublesome.

“Mr. Cooper, maybe they don’t know who Mrs. Cooper is. I think you should go and see,” Joey urged earnestly. “She didn’t mean to argue with you. You can’t really ignore her.”

Wesley kept a straight face. “Since you’re begging, I’ll go and take a look.”

Joey rolled his eyes silently, then hurried to take out the wheelchair and pushed Wesley into the hospital.

In the hospital director’s office, Sandra held a cup of tea and gently blew away the mist rising from its surface.

After taking a sip, she spoke up. “I am not Kate.”

The director, Adam Deleon, didn’t believe her. “But your acupuncture techniques are very similar to Kate’s.” He used the word “similar,” which showed he was losing confidence in his own guess.

Sandra smirked. “So you think I’m Kate’s disciple?”

Adam grew serious. “We really need to find Kate urgently, Ms. Hill. If you know where he is, please tell us.”

Sandra sneered. “If I don’t say, I won’t be able to leave today, right?”

Adam remembered how forcefully he had dragged her into the office earlier. He awkwardly adjusted his black-framed glasses. “You misunderstand.”

Sandra set down her teacup and stood. “Then I’m leaving.” She walked straight to the door without looking back, quickening her pace so they wouldn’t pull her back.

“Ms. Hill, just name your price.” Adam ground out the words.

Sandra’s hand froze on the doorknob. Was this her chance? Adam did have access to that circle—his status wasn’t the highest, but even a sliver of hope was better than none. If she gave up now, she would never be able to avenge her master.

“Ms. Hill, if you help me, I will do anything for you as long as it’s not illegal,” Adam promised solemnly.

Sandra was swayed.

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