Back when Montgomery was in Chetvine, he ran into trouble. In the end, it was Marvin who stepped in to help, and that was how the bond between their families began. Walking ahead, Luna asked, "How is Marvin doing these days?" Andrew replied, "Perfectly fine. He still puts away full plates at every meal. What worries me is his refusal to find a wife and settle down." Luna frowned. "You're his junior, and your flippant attitude displeases me. Moreover, an elder's affairs are none for you to casually judge." Andrew said flatly, "I'm speaking within reason. No issue here." Luna stopped walking and turned, her face icy. "Marvin once saved my grandfather's life. That's why I respect him. But you? All you've done is cause trouble and pick up bad habits. "Out of respect for Marvin, the Phelan family is willing to give you a place in the capital. But if you keep this lazy, hopeless attitude, we don't take in trash." Luna was never one to argue. After all, no one around her was wo

"Apologize?" Andrew sneered, scanning the room of so-called capital experts. "I wasn't wrong, so why should I apologize?" His words ignited the assembled professors and specialists who had been currying favor with the Phelan family. One shouted, "How dare you question Dr. Lake's diagnosis!" Another snapped, "Young man, don't think your superficial knowledge qualifies you to challenge us. Our combined medical expertise would take you lifetimes to learn!" "Young upstarts like you always lack patience," a third added with condescension. "Come back after ten years of serious study if you want to be taken seriously!" The group erupted in mocking laughter, as if debating Andrew was beneath them. Francis growled, "Ms. Luna, let me throw this trash out. He's completely unworthy to examine the Mr. Phelan Senior." Luna barely glanced at Andrew. To her, such mediocrity was not worth her attention. She decided to simply explain to Marvin later how hopeless his recommendation had been.

Mosby and the others looked at each other, clearly baffled. "What a load of hocus pocus," someone muttered. "Mr. Phelan Senior has always been healthy as a horse, and now this guy's saying he's got lithiasis? He's clearly trying to stir up trouble." Another chimed in, "Ninefold Needles may look fancy, but in reality, there are very few situations where it's useful. And now this kid's using it to treat lithiasis? Honestly, it just looks like a performance piece to me!" As the group murmured in growing suspicion, Francis turned to Luna with doubt in his eyes. He asked, "Ms. Luna, you're not actually buying into this guy's nonsense, are you? "Dr. Lake's explanation made perfect sense—Mr. Phelan Senior's just got a mild cold and some digestive buildup. Some medicine to clear it out would've done the trick. There was no need for acupuncture or that ridiculous Ghostroot soup. Andrew's clearly just trying to show off and claim credit!" Francis looked visibly annoyed, his expressio

Luna leaned in with concern. "Grandpa, how are you feeling?" Montgomery lay back on the bed and gently touched his chest, smiling with relief. "Much better… It felt like a hard lump inside me just vanished." Ever fair and direct, Luna pointed toward Andrew and said, "Grandpa, it was Andrew Lloyd—the one Marvin introduced—who cleared out the calculi from your system." Montgomery looked over at Andrew, ready to offer his thanks. However, as his eyes settled on the young man's face, he suddenly froze. He stared at Andrew for a long moment before murmuring in disbelief, "No… it can't be… but…" Luna blinked, startled. "Grandpa, what do you mean, 'can't be'?" She had rarely seen such a shaken expression on Montgomery's face. However, the latter simply shook his head and gave a small, bitter smile. "It's nothing. Just… some old memories suddenly came to mind." After that, he exchanged a few words of gratitude with Andrew. Clearly, the old man was exhausted, so Andrew wisely exc

Luna's chest rose and fell with anger, her gaze cold as ice. "The nerve… No one's ever dared speak to me like that, especially not some backwater hick. You're the first." Nonetheless, he did not plan to take Andrew to heart. He was just a small-time nobody—at most, a temporary annoyance. Now that he had left the Phelan estate, she figured it was better this way. Out of sight, out of mind. … Back at the mansion, Luna found Montgomery resting in his room. "Grandpa, earlier… when you said Andrew looked familiar, what exactly did you mean? Who does he remind you of?" Montgomery's eyes grew distant as he murmured, "He really did look familiar. Back when I was in Chetvine, I caught a glimpse of a young man like him once—dashing, bold, and absolutely unmatched in presence." Luna was caught off guard and grew even more curious. "Grandpa, who exactly are you talking about? You always say I'm the only one worthy of praise—now you're giving that to a stranger? I don't like that!" On