“Stanley, what did you call her?” Johanna’s face hardened, her smile vanishing. Her gaze sharpened, radiating malice as she demanded, “What did you just call her?”

Stanley grinned, unfazed. “Mrs. Russell. Is there a problem?”

“Who gave you permission to call her that? She doesn’t have the proper title or status. Countless women are vying to marry into the Russell family. Some people should stop being delusional!” Johanna glared at Felicia, making her meaning perfectly clear.

Stanley shook his head, maintaining a polite demeanor, but his tone grew serious. “Ms. Rosario, you seem to be overstepping. Mr. Russell’s intentions are not for you to speculate on.”

The remark served as a sharp reminder of Johanna’s place: a mere guest in the Russell family. Acting so presumptuously, interfering in their affairs, was far beyond her standing.

Seething, she resolved to endure this. One day, Felicia would realize the position of Mrs. Russell belonged to her, Johanna!

Felicia felt the intense gaze. If looks could kill, she would have died many times over. “What on earth is her problem?” she mused.

Her patience thinning, her voice turned cold. “So, are you here for a consultation or not? If not, I’m leaving.” She had come as a miracle healer. Did they think famous doctors were pushovers? Respectful behavior was expected when seeking medical help.

Johanna’s dark expression quickly shifted. Forcing a smile, she masked her hostility and adopted a deferential posture. Lowering her head slightly, she gestured. “Ms. Fuller, this way, please.”

Felicia strolled leisurely, accepting the courtesy as her due. Her poised and regal demeanor exuded unshakable confidence, as if others were naturally obligated to defer to her. Johanna secretly clenched her teeth. How dare this woman demand respect from her?

Yet Felicia did. She had received countless requests from all walks of life—nobles, tycoons, and elites. Private jets and extravagant welcomes were commonplace. She remained casual, accepting arrangements without fuss. If the attitude was respectful and the payment fair, she would help. Conversely, if she deemed someone worthy, she would go to great lengths, even for those who couldn't afford her. Otherwise, how had Union Clinic earned its reputation? How had she become known as a miracle healer?

As Johanna led the way, Felicia followed at a relaxed pace. Stanley, responsible for her safety, saw little danger in the Russell estate and instead carried Felicia’s medical kit. His chatter filled the air. At almost every turn, he eagerly pointed things out.

“Mrs. Russell, look at that pond! It’s full of glowing fish. Mr. Russell feeds them when he’s home.” And later, “Mrs. Russell, up ahead is a garden I think you’ll like. It’s full of flowers, and they should all be in bloom this time of year.”

His enthusiasm and repeated use of “Mrs. Russell” grated on Johanna’s nerves. Felicia seemed indifferent, but Johanna seethed, barely maintaining her composure.

They passed through an opulent reception hall, down a long corridor, and finally stopped. “We’re here,” Johanna announced.

It was a garden, just as Stanley had described, bursting with vibrant colors, the blooms of various rare and precious flowers at their peak.