Regardless of the circumstances, a life hung in the balance. Felicia approached Matthew directly, crouching beside him to check his pulse.

Matthew's aide, Morgan Jones, who was on the phone with the Lawson family, noticed Felicia's actions and shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?"

Ignoring him, Felicia swiftly removed a brooch from Matthew's suit jacket and, without hesitation, plunged it into his chest. No one knew the precise acupoint she struck, but a faint pop sounded. Matthew then expelled clotted and fresh blood, like air from a punctured balloon, before resuming heavy breathing. It happened so quickly; Felicia's movements were so fluid and seamless that Morgan couldn't intervene. In an instant, Matthew went from near-death to breathing again.

"Are you alright, Mr. Lawson Senior?" Morgan asked, drenched in sweat, a mixture of surprise and relief evident.

Matthew finally caught his breath, waved a hand, and looked around, but Felicia had already disappeared.

"Who saved me?" Matthew asked.

"A young woman," Morgan replied. "I don't know her name. Should we try to find her?"

A life saved demanded recompense. Matthew waved his hand decisively. "Find her!"

Meanwhile, Arnold arrived on the scene, having received the news, and coincidentally brushed past Felicia again. After saving Matthew, she sat in the back of a car, head down, wiping her hands with a tissue. Sensing something, she looked up and met Arnold's gaze. She glanced at him briefly before looking away, her expression indifferent, detached, devoid of emotion. Arnold pursed his lips. He was accustomed to being the center of attention; this feeling of being completely overlooked was unsettling, though he didn't linger, quickly heading towards Matthew.

After the incident, Felicia arrived at Harmony Medical Center, where she'd worked weekends since the previous year while attending school. She was currently using the post-exam break. Her duties were straightforward: gathering and brewing medications.

Upon entering the clinic, she encountered a crowd exiting, among them an elderly man with a dignified bearing—Clive Walsh, founder of Harmony Medical Center and a renowned doctor. Everyone addressed him as "Mr. Walsh Senior." He was Myra's father, and therefore Felicia's biological grandfather—a connection she'd been unaware of in her previous life, a life that ended with Arnold sending her to prison. This was their first meeting.

Felicia hesitated, not yet having a clear view of him, when someone shoved her aside. "Watch where you're going! Get out of the way!"

She stepped aside, then subtly tripped the person as they passed.

"Whoa—" The man stumbled and fell.

Felicia retorted, "Watch where you're going. You tripped me."

The blatant deflection of blame was clear, yet the man lost his composure, raising his hand, until Clive intervened. "Have some decency! Why are you arguing with a young woman?"

The man retreated, glaring at Felicia. Clive merely glanced at Felicia before continuing on his way. As they left, Felicia overheard someone say, "Congratulations, Mr. Walsh Senior! I heard your daughter's child has finally been found. Congratulations on gaining another granddaughter!" Clive seemed displeased.

Another person added, "What good is another descendant? Mr. Walsh Senior wants someone to inherit Harmony Medical Center! It's a pity..." The pity was that Myra, his most gifted daughter, had no interest in traditional medicine, choosing instead the beauty industry, straining their relationship. Noticing Clive's darkening expression, the others quickly shifted the conversation. "I heard Mr. Lawson Senior almost died ten minutes ago. A young woman saved him with a brooch! Unbelievable. Probably fake!"

Clive finally spoke. "There are always those better than you. Whether it's true or not, we can find out by visiting the Lawson family, can't we?"

"Indeed, Mr. Walsh Senior is right."

Clive and his entourage left in a car. Felicia raised an eyebrow and walked to the back of the clinic, where medicine packets awaited. Her coworkers greeted her eagerly. "Felicia, hurry! So many packets today!"

"Alright, I'm coming."

Felicia rolled up her sleeves and began work, occasionally observing the clinic's doctors. She believed her skills surpassed theirs, yet no one believed her.

At 5:00 pm, Felicia left with her twenty dollars. Eugene, the Fuller family's driver, was waiting.

As Felicia got in, he asked, "Have you always worked like this, Ms. Fuller?"

"Yeah."

Felicia had always worked tirelessly to save money. Half an hour later, they arrived at the Fuller residence. Dexter and Myra sat on the sofa, looking pleased, Kayla beaming shyly, surrounded by expensive gifts.

Myra waved Felicia over. "Licia, you're back! Good news! Another happy event in our family!"

Felicia knew the first referred to her return; the second likely involved Kayla. She didn't pry.

Holly explained, "These gifts are from Mr. Lawson Senior. Limited-edition jewelry, for Ms. Kayla!" Kayla blushed. "Holly, stop!"

Holly, eager to undermine Felicia, continued, "Who in Khogend doesn't know about the Lawson-Fuller marriage alliance? Mr. Lawson Senior is supporting his future granddaughter-in-law!"