Chapter 164: Old Madam Wakes Up

North stood and said to Raven, "Go on and enjoy your meal. I'll go now."

"North!" Raven pulled her back, his gaze fixed on her pale face. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with me?" North forced a charming smile. "Sleeping with you was one of the worst experiences of my life. I'm not comfortable with it. If you want a woman, find one."

North turned and headed for the door. Raven's face flushed with anger; his lips curled into a scoff. He was furious that she kept urging him to find another woman.

As North approached the door, a cabinet swayed and crashed toward her. "North!" Raven shouted, hugging her from behind as the cabinet fell on them both. He shielded her head with his body.

North heard the cabinet crash and Raven's muffled groan. In seconds, she saw blood dripping from his forehead. He was wounded and bleeding.

Raven's face paled. He raised a hand to his forehead, then pressed his hands on North's shoulders, checking for injuries. "Are you injured?" he asked, his concern overriding his own pain.

"Are you okay? Don't be scared, I'm fine," Raven said, his cold eyes softening with care.

North pushed him away. "Find a doctor. I'm grateful you saved my life, but that's not reason enough for me to stay. My overnight fee is quite expensive. It's late; I'll leave now." She turned and left the villa without looking back.

Raven watched, frozen, as North drove away in her Ferrari. He clenched his bloodstained fist. For the first time, he truly realized North wasn't the same girl he knew two years ago.

Pamela was in a foul mood because of a lawyer's letter. She'd lost $1.2 million and didn't want to give Olive the medical book. She was furious and hated Olive intensely.

However, she soon received good news: Old Mrs. Robert, in intensive care, had woken up and wanted to see her savior! Pamela had saved the old woman with acupuncture, and hours later, she awoke. The news again shocked the media.

Everyone praised Pamela's medical skills; cameras arrived to interview the recovering woman. Pamela's mood soared. She remembered Olive's warnings and felt vindicated. The old woman was not only safe but awake. Pamela couldn't help but feel self-satisfied. She was convinced Olive was jealous and trying to make her panic.

Pamela dressed and quickly arrived at the Ivory Council research institute. Banners praised her, and major LA TV stations were there to interview her. Director Hudson greeted her with admiration.

"Pamela, your picture is all over social media: 'Analyzing the Success of a Medical Prodigy.'"

Pamela's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected to make headlines. She checked her phone: the earlier dilemma was forgotten; everyone focused on her medical achievements.

Social media buzzed with comments like: "Pamela is amazing!" "My Pamela, beautiful, kind, and talented!" "The old lady is awake and wants to interview Pamela!" "Those who humiliated her must be ashamed!" "Who needs a million dollars? Let's start a GoFundMe for Pamela!"

A fan had indeed created a GoFundMe account, and donations poured in. Pamela felt a huge burden lift. She smiled as she watched the money accumulate. "Olive, are you still fighting me?" she muttered with a sneer.

"Pamela," Director Hudson said, bringing her back to reality. "Mrs. Robert is awake and waiting for you. She saved your life and seems to like you very much. As soon as she opened her eyes, she asked for the angel who saved her."

"Angel?" Pamela mused, a smile spreading across her face. Of course, she was an angel for saving a dying woman! "Director Hudson, let's go see Mrs. Robert now," she said impatiently.

(Subtitle: Doted by My Billionaire Husband)

"Pamela, Mrs. Robert is a very important person. I think she wants to take you to the Imperial City, where you can be properly recognized as her savior. Once you receive that award, your dream of being a successful doctor will be fulfilled."

Pamela gasped. She'd suspected Mrs. Robert was wealthy, but she hadn't expected her to be from the Imperial City. Her own hard work would never have brought her such recognition. The thought of becoming an international name thrilled her.

Pamela arrived at the ward, where many cameras were set up for a live broadcast. Director Hudson opened the door and entered with Pamela.

"Mrs. Robert, your angel is here."

Pamela followed reporters into the ward. Old Mrs. Robert looked happily at the door. "My angel, we finally meet again."

Pamela saw the majestic old woman. Though leaning on her bed, she spoke calmly and authoritatively, exuding the air of a wealthy matriarch.

Pamela stepped forward. "Ma'am, I'm here."

But Mrs. Robert's happy expression immediately turned cold. She looked at Pamela indifferently. "Who are you?"

Pamela froze, embarrassed. Cameras rolled; it was a live broadcast. Reporters asked, "Ma'am, this is Pamela, the talented doctor who saved you," and "Ma'am, haven't you been looking for the angel who rescued you? This is she."

Hudson added, "Ma'am, perhaps you don't remember clearly because of your illness, but Pamela is the one who saved you."

The old woman's smile vanished. She glared at Pamela from head to toe. "I don't know you. You're not the angel I'm looking for. You didn't save me!"

A collective gasp arose. Pamela's face paled. She'd overlooked the possibility that the old woman had seen her actual rescuer. If so, all her lies were exposed.

Reporters filmed eagerly. Pamela composed herself. This wasn't the time to falter.

"Ma'am, it was me. You were unconscious and didn't see clearly. I used acupuncture to save you," Pamela insisted.

Her explanation made sense. Pamela was a respected doctor.