A gust of wind carried the rich fragrance of flowers through the air. Felicia almost choked on the overpowering floral scent; her nose was incredibly sensitive to odors—otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to track down Sandra's whereabouts using only a potpourri bag. She sneezed twice in quick succession. The sound startled the person lying in the middle of the garden.
“Has the miracle healer arrived?” A gentle, ethereal female voice rang out, accompanied by a soft smile. Felicia looked up and saw a woman in a white dress rising from a recliner. She smiled gently, her entire being radiating peace and serenity. The woman was undeniably beautiful, possessing a flawless complexion, delicate skin, and well-proportioned features. But even more attractive than her appearance was her transcendent temperament, which felt like gentle moonlight—quiet, tranquil, and serene. This had to be Imogen.
Felicia was about to speak but couldn't hold back another sneeze. Imogen chuckled. "I love flowers," she said, "but since I can't see, I can only rely on their fragrance to feel the changing seasons. Let's go to the front hall." She extended her hand; a maid immediately stepped forward to support her, Johanna taking her other side. Other maids offered to assist Felicia, but Stanley, carrying the medical kit, respectfully took the lead. "Mrs. Russell, this way, please."
The walk from the garden to the front hall was short. Because of her pregnancy, Imogen walked slowly. Upon reaching the hall, she immediately instructed the maids to prepare beverages and fruit. "Miracle healer, please have a seat. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality." Imogen was helped into a chair, a soft pillow placed behind her waist. She leaned back carefully, clearly enduring a difficult pregnancy.
Felicia tapped the table lightly and gestured. "Ms. Russell, let me check your pulse first. Please place your hand here." Hearing Felicia's voice, Imogen froze. The miracle healer was this young? Judging by the voice, she sounded barely out of her teens. Imogen instinctively turned to Johanna with a questioning look that clearly asked, "Are you sure you brought the right person?"
Johanna glanced at Felicia and smiled. "Imogen, don't worry. Though the miracle healer may be young, her medical skills are truly extraordinary, unparalleled even. She'll definitely be able to cure your blindness!" Although meant as praise, Johanna's words were excessive, sounding almost as if she were setting Felicia up for failure.
Felicia opened her medical kit and smoothed out the wrist pillow, smirking slightly. "Ms. Rosario seems to have more confidence in me than I do," she said. Johanna pursed her lips and responded smoothly, "I'm just worried about Imogen. I only hope her eyes can recover. I'd do anything to make it happen!" Those words touched Imogen deeply, bringing tears to her eyes and warming her heart.
Felicia gave a perfunctory acknowledgment and toyed with the needle case. "Is that so?" she said in a leisurely tone. "Well, there is a way. If someone is willing to donate their eyes, I can guarantee her vision will be restored."
Johanna was stunned into silence. She had spoken so confidently, believing Imogen's blindness incurable and Felicia incapable of a cure! However, Felicia's bold suggestion left her speechless. Caught in an awkward situation, Johanna didn't dare question whether this method was real or not. Even if it were a real cure, there was no way they could obtain donor eyes for Imogen! The atmosphere became uncomfortably quiet.