The subordinate left. Shortly after, footsteps approached. Mike entered, his daughter in his arms. Although Sandra had recovered from her fever, she was still coughing. She had clung to Mike since morning, and as her father, he had no choice but to bring her. Felicia finished her meal and reapplied medicine to her hand.

Her injuries from the previous night had already been treated with the Panax pseudo-ginseng, a creation of hers, based on a long-lost medicinal treatise. Its healing properties were miraculous; in just one night, her wounds were mostly healed, and in a few days, they would be completely gone. Felicia was pleased. She gently applied medicinal powder to her wound and rolled down her sleeve, then turned to Mike.

Felicia's gaze met the child in his arms. Sandra blinked at Felicia with wide eyes, and blurted, "Mommy! Mommy!" The room fell silent. Mike, sweating profusely, hastily covered his daughter's mouth. "I'm so sorry," he said. "She misses her mother so much that she calls anyone pretty 'mommy.'"

It wasn't the first time. Whenever he took Sandra out, she did the same thing upon seeing someone attractive. Felicia chuckled. Kids would be kids; it was hard to resist such a cute girl.

Stephan carried Sandra away from Mike, raising an eyebrow. "Say 'Daddy'," he instructed. Surprisingly, Sandra answered in a sweet voice, "Daddy!" Mike and Felicia froze. Stephan's actions seemed petty and childish. Sandra, a self-proclaimed beauty enthusiast, had been staring at Stephan's face. She giggled, wriggled in his arms, and reached out tiny hands toward Felicia. "I want huggy," she said.

Felicia exchanged a look with Mike, who made no objection, so she carefully took the little girl. She was surprised at how well-behaved Sandra was, her long lashes fluttering as she rested her head on Felicia's shoulder and nuzzled lightly. Felicia's heart melted. Then, she noticed Sandra's mild wheezing and congestion as she coughed; phlegm was stuck in her throat.

Felicia sat on the couch, gently patting Sandra's back. Before Mike could react, Sandra coughed, expelling the phlegm. She breathed smoothly, her voice brighter. Mike sighed in relief, giving Felicia a grateful glance. He then turned to the purpose of his visit.

Since he was here to apologize, he had brought significant gifts. He placed a stack of contracts before Felicia. "These are the contracts for a whole street of shops on Archer Street," he stated. "It includes four luxury malls, three supermarkets, 112 retail stores, and 53 properties. I have signed everything over to you."

Felicia blinked. A whole street of shops on Archer Street! Prime real estate, with sky-high rental prices. She could easily make a fortune collecting rent!

Mike unfolded another contract. "Here are the two medical centers I recently acquired. I've signed them over to you as well."

Compared to the Archer Street properties, the two medical centers seemed insignificant. However, they were located directly across from Harmony Medical Center. Felicia found Mike's actions interesting. He had clearly done his research, knowing her mistreatment at Harmony Medical Center; he had given her two centers directly across the street.