Theo deduced from Maeve and Jaylen's conversation that his supposed father, Byron, was likely responsible for Maeve leaving her hometown upon his birth. He saw no other explanation.

Puffing out his cheeks, Theo powered on the custom computer Loren had given him. A second later, he opened the coding program and skillfully began planting code in Byron's computer. Once finished, the screen flickered, displaying the message: "[I am your father.]"

Instantly, Theo realized someone had hacked his webcam.

"You actually cracked my firewall that quickly?" he muttered, his small hands already tapping on the keyboard, targeting the other party's webcam. Both cameras activated simultaneously, revealing two identical faces.

Theo's round eyes widened, his black hair lying flat except for a few strands standing straight up, making him look exceptionally cute. The other boy's lips were slightly pursed; his exquisite, handsome face was expressionless, his upturned eyes giving him a cold, unapproachable air. Dressed in a grayish-blue suit, he was a miniature Byron. Despite their similarities, distinct features set them apart. After a brief look, both boys turned off their cameras.

Neither realized they'd been looking at each other, both believing they were seeing their own reflections. Theo felt he'd successfully retaliated against Byron on his mother's behalf. He pushed his computer aside and went to dinner.

The other boy, however, remained seated, frowning, sensing something was amiss.

At dinner, Maeve asked Jaylen about returning home.

"You want me to treat Gilbert and help him regain consciousness, right?" Jaylen guessed. He shook his head. "I have to fly to Afloca tomorrow for surgery. The earliest I can go is next month."

Maeve was disappointed but didn't press the issue. Jaylen considered a moment, then said, "Even if I can't go, someone else can help. Theo." He gestured to the little boy beside him. "My master wants to assess his skills; Gilbert's condition shouldn't be too difficult. It'll be good training."

Maeve glanced at her son's small legs. "Theo is only four, and the McDaniel family won't agree."

"Mention he's the miracle doctor's disciple," Jaylen said. "Unless they want the old man to remain unconscious forever."

Maeve asked Theo, "Honey, remember the old man Mommy often talks about? He was good to Mommy."

"Yes!" Theo replied.

"Want to come see him?"

"Hmm... Will I get an hour of game time every night then?" Theo asked slyly.

Maeve refused. "No, fifteen minutes at most."

"Half an hour!"

"Twenty minutes, no more!"

"Petty, Mommy!" Theo complained.

"Then you get nothing," Maeve retorted.

Theo was silent. Jaylen smiled, watching their exchange. Helping Maeve then was perhaps the riskiest and most rewarding decision of his life.

Three days later, the Kelymond airport entrance swarmed with reporters eager to interview Maeve, whose return had been widely reported internationally. Disguised and with Theo, they slipped past the crowd into a private car. While checking into their hotel, a commotion erupted in the lobby.

"Someone fainted! Call an ambulance!"

"He's clutching his chest! Heart attack?"

"A doctor? He's critical!"

Maeve and Theo approached. A pale middle-aged man clutched his chest, surrounded by onlookers. It didn't seem like a heart attack.

Theo whispered to Maeve. She nodded and pushed forward. "Everyone, make way! Fresh air will help his breathing."

The crowd backed off. Maeve stood beside the man as Theo took his pulse, then examined his mouth, frowning.

"Are you a doctor? Get out of the way! This is no game!" someone scoffed. "He's trying to take a pulse like some traditional doctor! She's probably trying to make her child internet famous!"

"Traditional medicine? Western medicine is far superior!" another added.

Maeve remained unfazed. Theo, calmly, stated, "His tongue is thick and white, he's short of breath, and his pulse is deep and tight. Chest pain worsens on the right side. It's not a heart attack; it's likely tuberculous pleurisy. Please help me apply pressure to these acupuncture points to relieve his pain before the ambulance arrives."

The crowd was stunned by his composure and eloquence.

Maeve, familiar with medical texts Theo's teacher had provided, understood him. The man was weakening. Another person mocked, "This isn't a game! If anything happens…"

Before he finished, the man groaned, sat up, and opened his eyes. Everyone was shocked. An ambulance arrived, and Maeve briefed the doctor on the patient's symptoms.

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