Chapter 527 (92%)

"It was working a moment ago! How come it's not working now? This is just great," Charlie said.

He tried several times, but no matter how he rearranged it, the coffee table wouldn't move. Even with the spiderweb cracks in the glass, nothing happened.

Noticing Charlie's suspicion, Tiffany subtly touched the table. Of course, he couldn't slap it again; she'd already secretly done so. A gust of air swept past, instantly shattering the glass.

Her palm strike, like her already formidable martial arts skills, was a talent awakened by her bloodline. This small display was astonishing; with further training, she'd be invincible.

Tiffany understood but feigned ignorance. The tense atmosphere from the Ashton family's visit dissipated until Eric innocently asked, "Tiffany, those people said you inherited their family's inheritance. Is that true?"

Charlie and Thalia also looked at Tiffany. Eric was too young to understand, but Charlie and Thalia had guessed the possibilities when the Ashtons arrived angrily. They considered her true identity and the possibility she knew their secrets.

They exchanged a lonely glance, then forced smiles and reassurance. "It's good. Knowing more isn't bad."

But their happiness was fleeting. It meant Tiffany had choices to make. The thought of Tiffany, his painstakingly raised daughter, one day rejecting him, brought Charlie to tears. "Tiffany," he sobbed, "will you still acknowledge us when your real family arrives?"

"You're asking the wrong question," Tiffany replied, rising and moving to his side. Massaging his shoulders, she said softly, "I'm your daughter, and that will never change."

The Ashton family were strangers to Tiffany. Even with her recovered memories of the past five years, her impression of her biological parents remained hazy. Only her outrageously indulgent grandfather remained clear. Jeremy had recently told her that her grandfather might not have much time left.

Therefore, Tiffany planned to quickly resolve the Ashton matter and return to the Azure Sea Royal Family to see her remaining family. She lowered her eyes, concealing her complex emotions.

Half an hour later, having excused herself to her room, Tiffany changed her appearance and escaped through the window, disguised as the Miracle Healer. She went to the five-star hotel where the Ashton family stayed. Her target wasn't Kurt, but Simon, the eldest son—her uncle.

She found Simon's room number and knocked. He opened the door to find a young girl. Though not strikingly beautiful, she possessed an undeniable aura of light and spirituality.

"Mr. Ashton, it's alright if you don't recognize me," Tiffany said, smiling innocently. "Just know that you invited me to save your life."

Simon was shocked. "You're the Miracle Healer?"

"Yes," Tiffany confirmed. Her previous treatment of Victor, rescuing him from death's door, had finally silenced the Ashtons' doubts. It wasn't disbelief, but fear that she couldn't save him. After demonstrating her skills, Simon, who'd been absent then, repeatedly invited the Miracle Healer—begging for help, as he suffered from late-stage lung cancer. He'd ruthlessly dealt with Victor, now about to inherit a fortune, and desperately wanted to live.

He couldn't have imagined his actions would give Tiffany the chance to destroy him and his family.

Simon immediately invited her in. "I've heard of the Miracle Healer's impressive skills. I didn't expect it to be true."

He received no reply to his flattery. "I've explained my situation. Are you confident you can save me?"

"Give me your hand," Tiffany instructed.

She checked his pulse; it was weak, his lifespan nearing its end. "Mr. Ashton, you've had many checkups and understand your condition. You're nearing the end."

"Then?" Simon waited.

"Interestingly, I detected a poison in your body—the same slow-acting poison in Victor's. However, you've been poisoned for less time, so you can be saved."

"Poison?" Simon was stunned. "Impossible!"

The poison on Victor was administered by Simon and several relatives. Victor's mistake? Wishing to leave his assets to his long-dead daughter, Faith. They couldn't allow that, of course. They'd expected to inherit Victor's estate, but ultimately received nothing after his death.

Unfortunately, Simon’s illness was now beyond saving.

"Why couldn't the doctors detect this slow-acting poison? Did you misdiagnose me?"

Tiffany smiled faintly, picking up a pen and stabbing Simon in the heart. The force was excessive, causing him to cough up blood. "The poison is in your lungs. Did I misdiagnose?"

Simon collapsed, profusely sweating, his doubt gone, replaced by a desperate plea: "Please, help me!"