Sandra hesitated. Tiffany drawled, "Two minutes. Sixteen million dollars, and your life is safe. My patience is limited."
"Sixteen million dollars?" Sandra's expression changed dramatically. This was almost all the money she'd transferred from the Booth family—more valuable than her life. How could she give it away?
Seconds ticked by. Sandra longed to refuse. But when the girl on the sofa closed her book, Sandra panicked. "Alright! Save my life, and you can have it."
Besides the money, she still owned several villas, easily saleable. But her life was paramount. Her near-murderer was still alive; she needed to live for revenge.
Sandra helplessly watched sixteen million dollars leave her account. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. "Can you save me now?"
"Of course," Tiffany readily agreed.
A servant presented a porcelain vial. Sandra eagerly reached for it, about to take the pills, when the girl on the sofa spoke, "Do you particularly hate the person who put you in the hospital?"
Stunned, Sandra nodded, though unsure how the Miracle Healer knew of her feud with Tiffany. "I hate her! I wish I could tear her apart, eat her flesh, and drink her blood!"
The girl teased, "What if she's right in front of you?"
"I'll kill her!" Sandra gritted her teeth. "Definitely!"
"Oh," the girl laughed. "Then, as you wish."
A familiar unease intensified. The Miracle Healer, facing away, stood and slowly turned. The impossibly beautiful face was Tiffany's.
She smiled arrogantly. "I'm right here. Dare you kill me?"
Sandra recoiled, falling back into her wheelchair. The vial shattered, the life-saving medicine scattered. "You… you…" she stammered. "How is this possible?"
How could the revered Miracle Healer be Tiffany? Sandra's realization dawned: she'd once drugged Tiffany, attempting to force her into Jordan's room. The drug had been ineffective. She'd suspected a drink switch; now she knew Tiffany, the Miracle Healer, was immune.
"It's a lie! This is unfair!" Sandra screamed, covering her head, spitting blood. Her face was ashen.
Tiffany said indifferently, "Are you sure you don't want the medicine?"
'Medicine?' Sandra's vision blurred. Remembering, she struggled to rise, losing her balance and falling to her knees. With fierce will, she crawled, gathering the scattered pills despite cutting her fingers on the shards.
Tiffany watched emotionlessly. Sandra wasn't pitiable; she was scheming, using vicious tactics to harm and kill. Setting fire to kill her mother, marrying Jordan, sacrificing her child to frame Tiffany—each choice leading to an abyss. Her suffering was retribution.
After consuming the pills, the feeling of impending death receded. Strength returned. The sixteen million dollars had paid off.
She sat back in her wheelchair, looking at Tiffany with a mixture of apprehension and suspicion. "Would you be so kind as to save me?"
Tiffany instructed the servant, "Send the guest out."
Sophie ejected Sandra. Servants cleaned the scene meticulously.
June asked, confused, "Why save Sandra?"
"Her dying here would only soil my place," Tiffany's eyes were cold. "I have no sympathy." The mark on her neck, the memory of broken bones and mud, fueled her enduring hatred.
June understood. The Booth family, robbed by Sandra, wouldn't let her go easily. Sandra's self-destruction was complete.
Back at the hospital, Sandra underwent a checkup. Her injuries had miraculously healed. Though her infertility was permanent, her life was spared. The doctor was astonished. Even Sandra was surprised by Tiffany's unexpected fulfillment of her promise.
Relief washed over Sandra. Then, the ward door burst open.
"Bitch!" Lauren screamed, grabbing Sandra's hair and slamming her against the wall. "Where's the money? Give it back!"
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