Before any of the guards could make a move, however, the receptionist—who had been sitting by a table at the entrance this entire time—suddenly shouted, “A guest has sent over prestigious gifts for Lady Jordain from the Smith family!” Upon hearing that, everyone immediately fell silent. While Yana and the others simply exchanged glances of dismay, Georgia found herself trembling as all of them slowly turned to look at the entrance, slight curiosity reflected in their eyes. What on earth was happening? Prestigious gifts from a guest? And they were for the old lady of the Smith family of all people! Given the ‘prestigious’ part of the gifts, it was clear that whatever the guest had sent over, they were most definitely greater than any of the previous presents that the other guests had gifted Georgia. After all, gifting someone with a prestigious present was far from a common practice. While it was obvious that the gifts themselves would definitely be of great value, the more import

Yana had spent most of her life relying on her family’s background, which led to how condescendingly she behaved today. It was also because of that reliance that she had no idea how terribly she was going to suffer, now that she had behaved so terribly before Gerald. Gerald had made sure to word his previous sentence in a way that warned her that she wasn’t the only one capable and powerful in the world. In fact, there were many others who held much more power than her. Georgia and the rest of the Sier family members themselves were now so frightened that they didn’t even dare to utter a single word. Regardless, the birthday party had long lost its meaning and after a short while, Gerald and the Smiths simply left their villa. Though the incident hadn’t really taken place for that long, Serenity felt like she had just experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Quite literally as well. By the time the Smiths stepped out of Georgia’s villa, the old woman could already feel her blo

“…Oh? I don’t think I’ve mentioned when the next attack was going to be, have I? How’d you make such an accurate guess, Gerald?” asked Serenity, slightly shocked. “I figured as much. After all, it’s now only an hour before noon. Since there’s going to be a rise in temperature, excess heat in the body is going to cause disruptions within your blood circulation and respiratory system, both of which contribute to causing migraines,” replied Gerald with a smile. Hearing that, the old lady smiled before nodding approvingly at Gerald as she said, “I hadn’t expected you to know such things, Gerald!” Upon seeing that, Walbridge—who had been standing at the side—simply sneered, feeling slightly annoyed. Jace, however, turned to look at Gerald in surprise while thinking, ‘…Could this young man truly be proficient in medicine…?’ Just as Gerald had said, Serenity—who had been talking and laughing cheerily before this—suddenly portrayed an extremely pained expression on her face sometime

“…Did you say that someone gave him the first three chapters? Do you have any idea who that person is?” asked Gerald in shock. “I’ve never personally met him before either, Mr. Crawford. I only heard about it from Mr. Wytt. Regardless, according to Mr. Wytt, he had gotten acquainted with that mysterious person for quite some time. The person himself had come to the military region some time ago, and he apparently asked for Mr. Wytt’s help to place an object somewhere.” “To show his appreciation, he offered to teach Mr. Wytt the first three chapters of the Divine Acupuncture Therapy technique. Even if the mysterious man hadn’t chosen that to be his token of appreciation, I believe that Mr. Wytt would’ve still helped him. After all, the mysterious man was clearly much more powerful than Mr. Wytt for him to respect him so much. Whoever the person was, he definitely wasn’t anyone young, that’s for sure. Regardless, no matter how much I racked my brain, I simply couldn’t figure out who

Even if any of them had personal opinions on the matter, none of them dared to speak a word. After all, while it was true that they would receive no shortage of awards and recognition should they succeed in saving the children, failure to save them would surely result in them being painted as a villain. There was simply no way that any of them were going to willingly become a scapegoat. “…Does nobody have anything to say at all…?” asked Zane, his tone rightfully urgent as he scanned through all the present doctors. Of course, nobody dared to answer him, and they found themselves averting their gazes whenever he turned to look at any of them. Seeing their reactions, Zane could only sigh. It seemed that his professional career was going to end soon… However, just as he was thinking that all was lost, someone suddenly broke the silence by saying, “I have a few ideas.” Upon hearing that someone was actually willing to make a suggestion, all the doctors in the room immediately t