Chapter 9

Regardless of the circumstances, a life was at stake. Felicia approached Matthew directly. Crouching beside him, she checked his pulse. Matthew's aide, Morgan Jones, who was busy on the phone with the Lawson family, noticed Felicia's actions and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?" Ignoring him, Felicia swiftly pulled the brooch from his suit jacket and, without a second thought, plunged it into Matthew's chest. No one knew which acupoint she struck. However, there was a faint pop. Then, Matthew expelled a mouthful of clotted blood along with fresh blood like a deflated balloon. Following that, he started to breathe heavily. Everything happened so quickly. Felicia's movements were fluid and seamless, so fast that Morgan didn't have time to intervene. In an instant, Matthew went from the brink of death to breathing again. "Are you alright, Mr. Lawson Senior?" Morgan asked, drenched in sweat, both surprised and relieved. Matthew finally caught his breath. He waved his hand and looked around, but Felicia had already vanished from sight. "Who saved me?" Matthew asked. "It was a young woman. I don't know her name," Morgan replied. "Should we send someone to find out?" A life saved must be repaid. Matthew waved his hand decisively. "Find her!" Meanwhile, Arnold rushed to the scene as soon as he got the news. By coincidence, he once again brushed past Felicia. After saving Matthew, Felicia was sitting in the backseat, her head down as she wiped her hands with a wet tissue. Sensing something, she looked up just in time to meet Arnold's gaze. Felicia glanced at him briefly before looking away. Her gaze was indifferent, as if it was directed toward the other pedestrians around her. It was detached, with no visible emotions. Arnold pursed his lips. He was always the center of attention, the spotlight following him wherever he went. This was the first time he felt completely overlooked. It left him feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't linger, quickly heading toward where Matthew was. After the little incident, Felicia finally arrived at her workplace—Harmony Medical Center. She had been working there since the previous year, only working on weekends when she had school. Currently, she was taking advantage of the break after her college entrance exams. Her tasks were simple. She was responsible for gathering and brewing the medication. As soon as Felicia stepped into the clinic, she saw a crowd of people exiting. In the middle of the throng was an elderly man with a dignified air. He was the founder of Harmony Medical Center and a top doctor nationwide. Everyone who saw him, regardless of their status, would politely address him as "Mr. Walsh Senior". Clive Walsh was Myra's father, which meant he was Felicia's biological grandfather. In her previous life, Felicia had worked there for a year without realizing this connection. By the time she found out, Arnold had already sent her to prison. Hence, this was the first time she had met her maternal grandfather. Felicia hesitated for a moment, not yet having a clear look at him, when someone shoved her aside. "Watch where you're going! Get out of the way!" She obediently stepped aside, then extended her foot as the person passed by. "Whoa—" The man stumbled and fell, landing hard. Felicia lightly retorted, "Watch where you're going. You tripped me." Clearly, she was the one who tripped him, yet she shifted the blame elsewhere. It was like punching someone and then insisting that it was their face that hit her hand. The man instantly lost his cool, raising his hand as if to teach Felicia a lesson, but Clive shouted, "Have some decency! Why are you arguing with a young woman?" The man immediately pulled back, glaring at Felicia from the corner of his eye. Then, he bowed his head and retreated behind Clive. Clive merely glanced at Felicia before continuing on his way. As they walked out the door, Felicia overheard someone say to Clive, "Congratulations, Mr. Walsh Senior! I heard your daughter's child has finally been found. Congratulations on gaining another granddaughter!" Clive looked sullen and rather displeased. Another person chimed in, "What good is another descendant? What Mr. Walsh Senior wants is someone to inherit Harmony Medical Center and continue his medical legacy! It's just a pity…" It was a pity that among all of his children, the one with the most talent and the one Clive had the highest hopes for was his youngest daughter, Myra. However, despite being the most gifted, Myra had no interest in traditional medicine. She even chose to sever her relationship with Clive to pursue her passion in the beauty industry. As a result, their father-daughter relationship had become quite strained. Noticing Clive's expression darkening, the others hurriedly changed the subject, saying, "I heard that ten minutes ago, Mr. Lawson Senior almost lost his life. A passing young woman treated him, and supposedly only used a brooch to save him. It sounds so unbelievable. I bet it's all fake!" This time, Clive finally spoke up. "There are always people better than you. Whether it's true or not, we can find out by visiting the Lawson family, can't we?" "Indeed, Mr. Walsh Senior is right." A group of people escorted Clive into a car, which quickly disappeared from Felicia's view. Felicia raised an eyebrow and turned to walk toward the back of the clinic. There, a pile of medicine packets awaited her to brew. When her coworkers saw her arrive, they waved eagerly, "Felicia, hurry! We have so many medicine packets today. Let's pick up the pace!" "Alright, I'm coming." Felicia rolled up her sleeves and got to work. While brewing the medicine, she occasionally caught glimpses of the doctors in the clinic treating patients. Felicia believed her medical skills were on par with any of the doctors in the clinic. Even the most complex and difficult conditions were a breeze for her. However, no one was willing to believe in her abilities for now. After a day of work, it was soon 5:00 pm. Felicia left Harmony Medical Center with the 20 dollars she earned that day. At the entrance, the Fuller family's dedicated driver, Eugene, had been waiting. As Felicia got into the car, Eugene asked as he started the engine, "Have you always been working like this, Ms. Fuller?" "Yeah." As long as she could remember, Felicia had been working tirelessly to save money. Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Fuller residence. As soon as Felicia entered, she noticed something was off. Dexter and Myra were sitting on the sofa, looking pleased, while Kayla lowered her head, beaming shyly. Next to them, expensive gifts and boxes were piled high. Upon seeing Felicia, Myra waved her over with a smile. "Licia, you're back! I have some good news for you. It won't be long before we have a second happy event in our family!" The first happy event obviously refers to Felicia's return, their biological daughter. So what could the second one be? It probably had something to do with Kayla. Felicia didn't want to pry, so she didn't ask. At that moment, Holly spoke on their behalf. She told Felicia proudly, "These gifts are from Mr. Lawson Senior. They're all limited-edition jewelry from top designers, specially sent to Ms. Kayla!" Upon hearing that, Kayla blushed and quickly interjected, "Okay, Holly, stop talking!" Holly was only too eager to use this matter to undermine Felicia, so she continued unabashedly, "Who in Khogend doesn't know that the Lawson family and the Fuller family have intentions of a marriage alliance? "That's why Mr. Lawson Senior chose today to send so many gifts. He's definitely showing support for his future granddaughter-in-law!"