Leah's words hit Mike like a slap. Mike, a distinguished doctor with a Ph.D., was being told his medical skills were inferior to Matthew's—a man with no formal qualifications. He was so furious, he trembled, speechless.

Matthew, on the other hand, felt a surge of satisfaction. Leah's deep care for James, coupled with her gratitude, compelled him to help. He retrieved his phone, wrote a prescription, and showed it to Leah.

"Here's the prescription," he said. "Your husband's condition wasn't caused by the willow bark extract. It was the attending doctor's incorrect medication. Follow this, and he'll recover after a few doses. He doesn't need to stay in the hospital."

Leah pulled out her phone. "Thank you! I can't remember all that. Let's exchange numbers so you can send it to me."

Matthew nodded, added her contact, and sent the prescription. Leah immediately transferred 8,888 dollars.

Matthew shook his head, pretending not to notice. In the past, he would have accepted; as an entrepreneur, he knew the value of money. He preferred securing higher fees, having charged wealthy clients millions—even hundreds of millions—during his time in prison. Nevertheless, he felt no need to accept Leah's payment; helping her was reward enough. A woman like her deserved happiness with her loved ones.

After Leah's transfer, she turned to Rachel. "Our lifesaver said my husband's vegetative state was the hospital doctor's mistake. I don't falsely accuse; it's not your fault, so I won't ask you to pay. Sorry for the trouble."

Rachel smiled. "Thank you for understanding. No apology needed. It feels like we've made a new friend. Here, let's exchange numbers."

Rachel was relieved. After exchanging contacts, she wrote Leah an 80,000-dollar check, noting it as a gift for James and his family. On it, she wrote, "Congratulations on your recovery."

Leah hesitated. "Ms. Carter, I can't accept your money."

Rachel smiled. "This is to congratulate your husband. It's bad luck not to accept it. Take it."

Despite Leah's protests, she eventually accepted Rachel's persistent offer. Matthew then offered dietary advice, helped the family pack, and watched them enter the elevator.

Upon seeing the resolution, Jeffrey extended his hand to Rachel. "Congrats. It's finally over. I'd like to treat you to dinner."

Matthew found this incredulous. What had Jeffrey to do with it? He was acting as though he had solved the problem. Matthew directly rejected Jeffrey on Rachel's behalf. "Rachel won't be dining with someone who can't see the truth."

Jeffrey's expression shifted. "Excuse me?" he retorted angrily.

Matthew replied bluntly, "I said I could solve it without spending a cent, and you said I was blind to think so. Well, I did it. So, if you're not blind, who is?"

Jeffrey's face paled. He hadn't expected Matthew's success. Born into the Smith family, Jeffrey had always held himself in high regard, looking down on ordinary people, especially Matthew, whom he considered a nobody. Humiliated by someone he despised, Jeffrey seethed.

"Matthew," he spat, "there are people beyond your reach, people you should never cross."