Tiffany had a vague feeling in her heart, but she said nothing. She went upstairs and slowly walked toward Evan's room.

Evan was already mobile. At first, he could only slightly move his hands and feet. Later, he opened his eyes and could eat independently. The IV drip had been gradually removed.

Today was his last acupuncture treatment. Afterward, he would be indistinguishable from a normal child. With gradual rehabilitation, he would soon be running and jumping.

Evan's eyes lit up when he saw Tiffany. He said slowly, in a slightly slurred voice, "Tiffany."

Evan had always been obedient and likable. His sensible demeanor tugged at the heartstrings.

Tiffany laughed and patted his head. "Be good and lie down. You still have acupuncture today."

When the needle was inserted, even though he wasn't fully recovered, Evan felt the pain. He didn't cry or fuss, only gazing at Tiffany with an eager, pitiful look. He asked, "Then will you come again?"

Considering her sensitive position, Tiffany didn't give a definite answer. "If possible, I will come see you," she said.

"Fine" Evan seemed disappointed, but his eyes brightened. "Then where do you live? Can I play with you?"

"I'd like that," Tiffany replied, giving him her address.

It was a manor June had quickly arranged—her address as the Miracle Healer. Tiffany had visited the previous day. The manor was expansive, with ample land for her herb garden and a dedicated area for medicine refining, complete with equipment.

Evan happily memorized the address.

After the acupuncture, Tiffany smiled. "Little guy, how do you feel? Walk more often. You'll be jumping around soon!"

"Thank you!" Evan said seriously, clenching his fists. "When I can walk normally, I'll definitely visit you!"

"Okay," Tiffany said, rubbing his head before packing up and leaving.

Downstairs, she bumped into Richard exiting his car. Days had passed since their hot spring incident, and they hadn't seen each other. Tiffany had been avoiding him, not entirely from embarrassment, but also from a fear of falling for him.

While her initial closeness had been strategic, his protectiveness had touched her. Yet, she couldn't fully understand him.

She'd also discovered Garry's true identity. Was the assassin organization connected to Richard? In her past life, her family's destruction and her imprisonment had involved more than Sandra alone. Kenneth's involvement wasn't surprising; had Richard played a role? If so, they were enemies.

Tiffany's confusion deepened. Seeing Richard, she didn't say goodbye, simply entering June's car. She needed time to investigate.

Richard frowned at her gloomy expression. Only after the car left did he enter the villa. Before he could question the servant, he encountered Garry, his silver hair flamboyant.

"Long time no see, Richard," Garry said.

"Why are you here?" Richard replied blandly, his expression unchanged.

Garry's enthusiasm waned. "How heartless. I'm seriously injured."

Richard said, "Oh."

Garry, believing Richard didn't believe him, continued, "Two days ago, I failed a mission. The target—a seemingly delicate girl—ruthlessly injured me! Two bloody holes in my waist and butt!"

Sidney, another character, scoffed. "Your skills are inferior. You still have the nerve to complain."

"She poisoned the arrowhead!" Garry protested. "I need revenge!"

They bickered. Richard initially ignored Garry, but the words "arrowhead" and "poison" caught his attention.

He looked sharply at Garry. "Who are you talking about?"

"The target," Garry blurted out. "Tiffany. Ah!"

Before he could finish, Richard struck him, knocking him to the ground. He kicked Garry again, sending him flying. Garry spat out blood.

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