The car disappeared as it merged into traffic. Twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of the hospital. Melody paid the fare, thanked the driver, and quickly entered the hospital, cradling a thermos of meat broth.

Meanwhile, in the VIP ward, Kenneth was preoccupied with the girl who had saved him during a near-death experience. Though her face had been obscured, her eyes had left an unforgettable impression. He was desperate to find her. However, searches throughout Lovell City had yielded nothing.

He sighed, sitting up in bed. The Miracle Healer's treatment, though excruciating, had significantly reduced his pain and improved his recovery. Despite his disdain for the Healer's eccentric and confrontational nature, he couldn't deny their astonishing skill.

Restless from being confined to his bed, Kenneth decided to stroll around. He took the elevator to the first floor, but rounding a corner, he collided with a rushing girl. Her thermos fell, spilling soup everywhere. He immediately apologized, asking if she was hurt.

The girl, sadly surveying the mess, initially blamed herself. As she looked up, her clear, sparkling eyes struck Kenneth. He recognized her as his savior. The more he looked, the stronger the resemblance became.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he grasped her hand, urgently asking, "You saved me, didn't you? That night?"

Flustered, the girl, believing him to be deranged, pulled away, trembling. "Please let go!"

The impact of their collision jolted Kenneth's still-healing injuries. The girl vanished around the corner before he could pursue her. Leaning against the wall, he panted, his breath coming in short gasps as blood seeped through his bandages.

Realizing he'd left the ward, his nurse and two Harper family bodyguards found him quickly. Seeing his reopened wounds and cold sweat, they rushed to his aid. "Mr. Harper, are you alright?"

"I'm fine…" he gasped, pointing to the mess. "Find her! Find her!" He then fainted.

His disjointed words were understood. During his hospitalization, he'd repeatedly expressed his desire to find his savior. Numerous searches had failed. The incident location was remote, late at night, and lacked surveillance.

Seeing the discarded thermos, his subordinates realized the person he sought had been there. After returning Kenneth to his ward and summoning a doctor, they reviewed security footage and questioned hospital staff.

Two hours later, Kenneth awoke to a detailed report. "Mr. Harper, this is the young lady you asked us to find."

Kenneth's anxiety eased as he read the report: Melody Princeton. A photo showed a fresh-faced young woman with a gentle smile. The report detailed Melody's life: a nineteen-year-old Lovell City resident who, due to her brother's gambling addiction, worked part-time to support her family and care for her ailing mother. She was transferring to Lovell School on a scholarship.

Kenneth's excitement grew; he'd have more opportunities to get closer to her. He needed to apologize for his earlier behavior.

He asked, "When is she transferring?"

"Next Monday," his subordinate replied.

Only two days remained. "Get my discharge ready for the day after tomorrow! I need to get back to school!"

His subordinate protested, citing his injuries and the doctor's advice against exertion. His urgency, however, was unshakeable.

One subordinate voiced a concern: "Mr. Harper, are you sure Miss Princeton is the person you're looking for? Our investigation shows she never left her school the night of your incident."

Kenneth glared, warning, "I know my mother doesn't want me to find my savior, but this must be kept secret. My parents cannot know."