Kenneth never expected to be rejected. "Isn't this just business? As long as the money is in place, why would Miracle Healer reject a client who came to them?" he thought.

Miracle Healer was said to have a strange personality. Kenneth frowned. It seemed that was true.

Seeing Kenneth's troubled expression, Sandra leaned forward eagerly. "Kenneth, how was it? Did you get the medicine?"

"No," Kenneth said, shaking his head. "I was rejected."

"How did this happen?" Sandra panicked. "How could Miracle Healer be so ungrateful? Not even for you?"

Looking at Sandra's almost ferocious expression, Kenneth felt a little disgusted, but he remained calm. "Don't say that."

Miracle Healer's existence was mysterious, and she was not to be underestimated. Given her status, her arrogance was understandable. Kenneth and Sandra needed to approach her with the proper respect, as they were asking for a significant favor.

Sandra's heart turned cold. Anger and regret washed over her. If she'd known, she never would have pretended to trip! In that moment of carelessness, her face had caught fire, leaving a pinky-fingernail-sized scar. The doctor said it would take time to repair, and even then, some scarring would remain. Sandra couldn't wait; she couldn't bear to show her face like that. Besides the facial scar, she also suffered several burns on her body. Sandra refused to accept any flaws. Seeing Tiffany's flawless beauty only intensified her jealousy and anger. She cried uncontrollably, unable to eat.

She finally won Kenneth's pity. He contacted Miracle Healer, hoping to obtain medicine for Sandra's recovery, but was rebuffed without explanation.

Sandra whimpered, "What should I do? I'm disfigured…"

Kenneth pondered. "Don't worry. I'll go and beg personally. I'll get you the medicine."

"Kenneth, you're the best." Sandra was so moved she was about to cry. She tried to lean on him, but Kenneth gently avoided her.

"Rest well. I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

Kenneth, too, had suffered burns over much of his body, but he was tougher than Sandra and was discharged after three days. He left.

Watching his back, Sandra stared at the scar that had completely marred her face. She looked ferocious and terrifying—ugly, so ugly! She angrily smashed the mirror and wept.

The ward door opened. She looked up, surprised. "Ken…" She thought Kenneth had returned, but her face paled as she saw three burly men. The man in the lead, with a vicious expression, was the same man who had demanded a debt from her three days prior.

"Little girl, you're injured and in a high-class ward. Enjoying yourself, are you? When are you going to pay back the money you owe our company?"

The burly man sat on her bed. The threat from the three men made Sandra's scalp tingle. She had been so focused on her ruined face during her hospitalization that she'd completely forgotten about the debt! Kenneth had just left, and they'd found her.

Sandra trembled. "My mother is dead. Please have mercy. I didn't owe those debts to begin with. I can't repay them!"

"Denying it now, are you? Little girl, is that how it works? You don't pay after you've had a meal?" The burly man smiled coldly. "There are no such things as free lunches. Guys, take her away and send her to the nightclub!"

Sandra was horrified. Two thugs grabbed her.

"No! Let go of me!" Sandra screamed, trying to attract attention.

The burly man shouted, "Did I tell you to scream? Shut up!" He punched her, and she fainted.

Meanwhile, Kenneth drove to Lana Villa. Since his request for medicine had been refused, a personal visit would show his sincerity, he thought. But the servant coldly stated, "It's Mr. Harper. My master says she's not available. Please leave."

"Tell her I insist on a meeting," Kenneth said firmly. He stood at the entrance, his tone leaving no room for argument. The servant awkwardly went inside to report.

Tiffany was in Jeremy's room. After Jeremy had saved Eric from the fire, Tiffany came to show her respect.

"Have you taken the medicine? Let me see your injuries," Tiffany said. She began to lift his shirt. "I said, let me look!"

"No, thank you," Jeremy dodged, but Tiffany was faster, tearing his shirt open. She was shocked to see not burn marks, but several deep cuts.

She quietly lowered her hand. "Were you injured the other night?"

"Yeah." Jeremy turned to change his clothes. Tiffany tossed a small porcelain bottle onto the bed. "Use this." She left.

Downstairs, the servant told Tiffany that Kenneth had been waiting a long time and asked if she should let him in.

Tiffany smiled coldly. "Let him stand until he dies!"