For Tiffany, such injuries usually healed slowly with a few pills. However, she chose a different method of revenge. “I don’t need medicine. I’ll do the acupuncture!” she thought. “I can’t go easy on Kenneth, the…!”

Felicia's heart ached for Kenneth. Seeing June's immediate agreement— “No problem! The pay will never be less!”—relieved her.

“Mrs. Harper, please wait outside the ward,” June said.

“Okay.”

Felicia hesitated before leaving. It was worth it if she could lessen Kenneth's suffering. June followed her, guarding the ward door. Only Tiffany and Kenneth remained inside.

Kenneth felt disgusted by the "Miracle Healer." He vividly remembered her humiliating him when he'd asked for medicine recently. He hadn't forgotten the incident. Tiffany, however, seemed oblivious. Smiling, she said, “Mr. Harper, I’ll begin the acupuncture.”

“Okay,” Kenneth replied.

Kenneth, recovering from serious injuries, spoke weakly but coldly. Tiffany inserted the first needle.

It hurt. Excruciatingly.

Kenneth's composure shattered. He stared at Tiffany in disbelief, his forehead veins bulging, his head instantly covered in cold sweat. “Are you… killing me or saving me? Why is it so… painful? Ah!”

“It’s normal,” Tiffany replied, spouting nonsense seriously. “Suffer now, feel better later. Like medicine—bitter pills have beneficial effects. Your injury is the same!”

Kenneth was doubtful, sensing something amiss but unable to articulate it. Before he could, Tiffany inserted a second needle—equally painful. She proceeded to insert the third and fourth needles without his consent.

Kenneth's pain was unbearable; he nearly fainted. When Tiffany finally removed the needles, however, he felt significantly better. It was, as she'd said, pain followed by relief.

Kenneth sighed in relief. Tiffany began packing away the needles, but Kenneth stopped her.

“Wait!”

“Anything else?”

“You…” Kenneth hesitated. “Miss Wood, did you see me last night?” The image of a girl's watery eyes haunted him since waking. He’d investigated but found nothing; the area lacked surveillance. Yet, in his pain, he blurted the question to Tiffany.

Tiffany didn't turn. “How is that possible? Mr. Harper, you're overthinking.” She left.

Kenneth sighed, relieved. “The girl who saved me is an angel; this woman is a witch!” he thought.

He then reflected on the girl and the slap she’d given him—a smile replacing his annoyance. “I’ll find you,” he murmured.

Tiffany and June left, Felicia paying the agreed-upon $600,000. Initially worried about the "Miracle Healer’s" claims, Felicia's doubt vanished upon seeing Kenneth's improved condition.

“No wonder your father insisted. She lives up to her reputation! You look much better!” Felicia exclaimed.

Kenneth's mouth twitched. He'd just been tortured; of course he looked good.

Outside, Tiffany bumped into Evan, who'd come to visit Kenneth. He immediately forgot his purpose.

“Tiffany, long time no see! I miss you!” Evan exclaimed.

“Really?” Tiffany patted his head, smiling gently. “Where’s your Uncle Richard? Didn’t he come with you?” Only two servants followed Evan.

“No, Uncle Richard’s been very busy,” Evan replied, then whispered, “His appetite’s been poor. Tiffany, can you help me?”

To Evan, Tiffany was a god. Tiffany, about to suggest Sidney instead, saw Evan's pleading look and relented. “Okay, okay.”

She was taken to Royal Bay. Before entering the villa, she heard piano music—soft, sweet, and intoxicating—her favorite melody. She asked softly, “Who’s playing?”

“It’s Uncle Richard!”

Tiffany praised him silently. He's perfect, she thought.

The music ended. Tiffany entered, surprising Richard. Their eyes met—his cold, with a hint of a smile.

Tiffany bit her tongue, regretting her visit, especially considering their last encounter as Miracle Healer at Evan's birthday party, and that kiss. She found an excuse to leave. “Mr. Hampton, you look fine. I won’t bother you. Goodbye.”

She fled, but Lucifer, Richard's pet, pounced. Tiffany was speechless. The pet, sensing its master's scent, rolled playfully, begging for attention. Tiffany gritted her teeth. “Didn’t I tell you not to approach me when you see my face…?”