Miracle Healer was not at Luna Villa. Sandra's abrupt visit was stopped by a servant who shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said, "Miracle Healer isn't here. Please come back another day."

Sandra was unwilling to leave. Since she was the one requesting a favor, however, she suppressed her temper and pleaded, "I desperately need the medicine. Please let me see Miracle Healer. I have plenty of money; just name your price!"

Her tone was disdainful. Perhaps Sandra didn't realize she resembled the Booth family—vulgar nouveau riche who, after a life of poverty, suddenly possessed wealth and acted entitled, believing money could buy anything.

The servant chuckled—this was the first time someone had flaunted their wealth at Luna Villa. This woman clearly didn't understand Miracle Healer's reputation, which couldn't be bought. Regardless of wealth, clients needed to show humility.

All clients waited politely. No one could be arrogant; they were insignificant compared to Miracle Healer. A single pill fetched an astronomical price on the black market. People desperate for the medicine were always respectful.

The servant sneered, turned, and entered the villa, ignoring Sandra. Sandra, unable to leave her wound untreated, suppressed her fury.

"Miss Olson," her two hired men asked, "should we return to the hospital or wait?"

"Can't you see I can't even get in? Go back to the hospital!" she snapped, her disdain evident. As they carried her to the car, she scolded, "Are you blind? Trash!"

She relished this feeling of superiority, a dream finally realized. She now controlled half the Booth family's assets, allowing her to do things she'd never dared imagine. Being rich felt good.

Lost in her vanity, Sandra didn't notice her men exchange disgusted, ruthless glances.

June, returning to Luna Villa, learned of Sandra's visit and informed Tiffany. Tiffany, still examining her reflection—the swelling on her face had subsided, but neck marks remained—laughed upon hearing the news.

Sandra's arrival was perfect; she'd offered a convenient target for revenge before Tiffany had even planned it. What a considerate fool!

"How much did she take from the Booth family?" Tiffany asked.

June replied, "More than half their assets: several properties and over $16 million."

"That explains it," Tiffany clicked her tongue. She'd suspected Sandra wouldn't stop at the Booth family; her goal was likely to drain them completely, as she had the Kelley family. Tiffany had June monitor Sandra's accounts.

"Tell her I'll see her," Tiffany smirked. "Let her prepare the money."

Sandra sneered upon receiving the message, calling Tiffany a "hypocritical money-grabber." She'd expected difficulty, but now she'd bend the expert to her will with money.

The next morning, Sandra, in a wheelchair, ordered her men, "What are you waiting for? Push me out!" She viewed them as little more than dogs.

"Yes, Miss Olson," one man replied, pushing her wheelchair.

As they placed the wheelchair in the car's trunk, they whispered, "Should we do it now?"

"Wait," the other replied calmly.

Unaware, Sandra impatiently rolled her eyes, scolding them for their slowness. The car, carrying five safes, returned to Luna Villa.

The servant, having received instructions, admitted them. Sandra, passing the servant who'd stopped her previously, raised her chin triumphantly. "Why aren't you stopping me now?" she sneered.

The servant, however, blocked her again, smiling, "Miss Olson, you may enter, but your men must wait outside."

Sandra was about to explode. "Why?"

"Orders," the servant replied politely. "If you still need our medicine, I can push you in."

Sandra gritted her teeth, "Take me in!"

Inside, envy filled her eyes. The simple yet luxurious decor, the tasteful ornaments, and the priceless vases showcased wealth that wasn't ostentatious. Her jealousy burned; her wealth was insignificant compared to true riches.

Further inside, she saw a young girl sitting with her back to her—Miracle Healer. But that back looked familiar…