Chapter 452

Myra shoved Felicia away, her grip leaving marks on Felicia’s arm. Kerry noticed and scoffed. “Mrs. Fuller, don’t tell me you didn’t know your daughter is skilled in medicine?”

Myra’s expression shifted to shock and disbelief. Felicia glanced at Kerry. “Go back outside and keep watch. Don’t come in unless I call you.”

“Yes…” Kerry obeyed and left. The door closed, leaving a heavy silence.

Felicia broke the quiet. “Mrs. Fuller, come back when you’ve reconsidered. I have other matters to attend to.” She started to leave, but Myra stopped her. “Felicia, it’s not that I distrust you. I’m just afraid. I wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to your father again…”

Her words implied Felicia had harmed them before. Felicia smiled bitterly and turned to leave. Behind her, Myra looked back at Dexter, still restrained on the bed. Her heart ached. For weeks, she’d taken Dexter from hospital to hospital, consulting renowned doctors and specialists. She’d spent a fortune, yet none could restore him. Desperation led her to Union Clinic. After examining Dexter, the doctor stated only their mentor could help. Myra waited. After over two hours, she never expected Felicia to…

Thinking back, Kerry was right. Myra didn’t understand her daughter at all. She had no idea Felicia practiced medicine, let alone her skill level.

Myra gritted her teeth. Since even the renowned medical master claimed to be Felicia’s student, she decided to trust Felicia, just this once.

When Myra stepped outside, Felicia hadn't gone far. She was treating another patient, her movements mesmerizing. It was Myra's first time seeing Felicia perform acupuncture. The needles seemed to come alive in her hands. Her movements were precise; the depth of each insertion nearly identical.

Myra finally understood why Clive insisted Felicia take over Harmony Medical Center. Even on his deathbed, he'd bequeathed Felicia their treasured golden needles, saying only she could use them to their full potential. Myra had dismissed his words then. But witnessing Felicia’s skill, she finally believed him.

The golden needles! A pang of guilt struck her. Clive’s golden… later, Kayla apparently sold them…

For the first time, Myra felt regret and frustration. However, the emotion was fleeting, as Felicia approached. “I can try acupuncture on Mr. Fuller, but I can’t guarantee he’ll wake up.”

Myra nodded desperately.