Ever since news of the Miracle Healer spread, many people sought Tiffany's services daily. Accepting an invitation from a wealthy family would be far more lucrative than working at Treasure Tower.

Tiffany shook her head. "At first, I went to Treasure Tower to make money, but my purpose has changed."

"How?" June asked.

"You'll see," Tiffany replied, keeping the details secret. Treasure Tower had a vast global presence and immense power. As an appraiser, she aimed to investigate and potentially make a deal with them. She knew of a diamond mine of immeasurable value, one she couldn't exploit alone without attracting unwanted attention. Treasure Tower, however, possessed the resources to handle such a venture, and Tiffany could profit handsomely. For now, she awaited the right opportunity to negotiate with Treasure Tower's owner.

Seeing Tiffany's reluctance to elaborate, June refrained from further questioning. She noted Tiffany's increased maturity and perceived depth of thought, finding her nearly unreadable. June sighed, relieved to see Tiffany's newfound strength and self-reliance.

Soon, Tiffany arrived at Royal Bay. Having visited daily for the past two weeks, she was familiar with the layout. Bypassing the servants, she ascended the stairs. The servants respectfully acknowledged her without interrupting.

Reaching the child's room, before she could open the door, it opened from inside, revealing a young woman who rushed out in a panic. Their eyes met. Before Tiffany could speak, the girl scolded, "Who are you? Don't you know the rules? How dare you barge in?"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, responding with a forced smile, "Who are you? Speaking so arrogantly could get you hurt."

The girl, enraged, shouted downstairs, "Someone, get this crazy woman out!"

A commotion ensued as servants and bodyguards ran upstairs. However, none dared to openly disrespect the Miracle Healer. A bodyguard approached, not to evict Tiffany, but to scold the girl. "Ms. Hannah? Without Mr. Richard's permission, you can't be here. Please go downstairs."

"Why can she come in when I can't?" Hannah retorted. "I'm the third daughter of the Hampton family! Do you dare touch me?"

Tiffany realized the girl, roughly her age, was Richard's niece, explaining her arrogance. Regardless of Hannah's protests, the bodyguards forcibly escorted her downstairs.

Hannah's angry pleas faded into the distance. Tiffany, amused but uninterested in family drama, entered the child's room. She began her usual treatment, but soon noticed something was wrong. The child, previously alert, was now pale and gasping for breath, near death.

Shocked, Tiffany recalled Hannah's panicked exit. This was likely connected. Her immediate priority was saving the boy. She reached for her phone to call Richard and request Sidney's urgent assistance.

Footsteps sounded outside. Richard returned, ignoring the restrained Hannah downstairs. Seeing his nephew's critical condition, he was immediately suspicious of Tiffany.

Tiffany attempted to explain, but Richard's suspicion was palpable. He removed the medical equipment from the child before calling Sidney.

Sidney arrived swiftly. Royal Bay's extensive facilities, including a small operating theater with advanced equipment, aided the situation. A seasoned professional, Sidney remained calm and focused.

Tiffany watched anxiously from outside. Hannah, having freed herself, stormed towards the operating theater, clearly aware of the situation's complexities. She immediately accused Tiffany.

"I knew you were up to no good! You tried to kill my brother!"

Tiffany countered, "You entered the room before me, Ms. Hannah. Isn't that suspicious?"

Hannah scoffed, "What's wrong with seeing my brother? He was fine when you went in. You must have done something!"

Tiffany frowned. The child had been fine initially; there were no signs of poison. However, after her treatment, his heart nearly stopped. This was beyond her expertise; she could only hope Sidney could save him.

Hannah's accusations intensified. "You're guilty!" she exclaimed, then turned to Richard. "Uncle Richard, this woman tried to kill my brother! Cut off her arm and throw her into the sea!"

Richard's half-smile was chilling. "That's a good idea," he said. His cold eyes met Tiffany's horrified gaze. Hannah reveled in Richard's agreement: "Do it."

The bodyguards moved towards Tiffany, their impassivity more frightening than any overt aggression. Hannah smirked. However, the bodyguards bypassed Tiffany and approached… Hannah.