“That’s not even supposed to be a question, Mr. Leonard,” the doctor said firmly.Previously, Zack had asked where they could find a good Divine Doctor, and that was the doctor’s immediate response.“In my eighteen years as a medical doctor and surgeon, I’ve met many people. Many patients like your mother who couldn’t be saved medically but survived through the help of a Divine Doctor. The doctor continued. “Getting one is not easy, though. Only your money and influence will count. But seeing the kind of person you are, Mr. Leonard, a rich man with plenty of connections, a Divine Doctor shouldn’t be a problem for you.”Zack agreed. The doctor was right.He was an influential man, and normally, getting a Divine Doctor wouldn’t be difficult for him.He had even worked with many of them in the past, but all the ones he knew lived outside the country.They were international Asian Divine Doctors, none from Sarto.That was the exact reason he asked where he could find one. He had no local

Everyone stared in awe, their eyes fixed on Mrs. Brett, all of them waiting to see what she would do next.Would she really do what they expected? Would she obey Chloe and take back the blessing?Many already believed she would. After all, Chloe had clearly reminded her of the promise she made earlier.As these thoughts lingered in the air, Mrs. Brett stepped forward. She blinked slowly at Chloe, her gaze sharp and unreadable.“You repeated that?” she asked calmly. “That I should take back my blessing, yes?”Chloe nodded without hesitation, her chin lifted proudly.“Yes. Take it back. Take back your damn blessing. Wasn’t that what you promised to do earlier if I did what you asked?” she snapped. “Now that I’ve played my part, how about you go ahead and play yours?”At that moment, Mrs. Brett burst into laughter.It came suddenly and loudly, cutting through the silence like a blade. Did she really hear that right?Chloe wanted her to take back the blessing she had given to Tyler and Ar

Hearing what Olga said, Mrs. Brett chuckled softly. She had not expected such words from Olga, but since they had already been spoken, she felt obliged to respond.She shook her head slowly, then lifted her gaze to meet Olga’s eyes. Her voice was calm, clear, and deliberate as she spoke.“You have misunderstood my words, Olga. What I said was not meant in the way you are taking it. It was simply a word of advice. I made that utterance not because I wished for it to happen, but so your daughter would be careful and understand what her actions could lead to. I did not wish her death, nor would I ever wish such a thing upon her. I am not the kind of person who makes such wishes.”She paused briefly, then continued, her tone firm but composed.“So I am curious, what exactly do you want me to say? I have already given an example of what I want your daughter to be fully aware of. If she is truly as intelligent as she claims to be, then she should be able to gain at least a little wisdom fro

Hearing what Olga said, murmurs spread through the lounge like a restless wave. People leaned toward one another, whispering behind raised hands. While some believed Olga had gone too far, others nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with quiet approval. Opinions clashed in low voices, but it quickly became clear which side carried more weight.Those who supported Olga were far more than those who opposed her. Many of them believed her words made sense. In their eyes, Tyler’s mentality was just as low as his status, and that belief fueled their support. A few even wore smug smiles, as if they had been waiting for someone to finally say it out loud.Among them all, Tyler’s ex-wife stood out the most. She did not try to hide her joy. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she listened, her eyes shining with delight. It felt as though Olga’s words were a gift to her, some sort of glory she gladly accepted. Seeing Tyler being spoken down on always brought her happiness. It was

Olga’s inquiry seemed to have hooked the old lady completely. For a moment, it was as though Mrs. Brett did not know what response to give. She paused, her silence stretching long enough to draw attention—not just from Olga, but from everyone else present who was now eagerly anticipating her reply.Chloe, too, found herself growing increasingly curious.What exactly did Mrs. Brett mean by her words? And what did she intend when she said she would handle Aria by herself?As these questions lingered in their minds, Mrs. Brett suddenly shifted the mood. With a deliberate movement and a calm but calculated expression, she stylishly dragged their attention away from her earlier statement.“What I meant by my words,” she began firmly, “is something strictly private. And if I were to handle Aria, I would do it by myself. I don’t need to tell anybody what I have in mind or how I intend to do it.”Her response was not what Olga—or anyone else in that place—had been hoping to hear. Instead of c