Chapter 41 Chapter 41. Chapter 41 "Ethan, walk Ms. Summers out." Andrew murmured in a low and lazy tone, eyes shut, expression deep and mysterious, a faint smile playing on his lips. Ethan nodded, wiped his mouth, and stood to escort Olivia and Sean. "No need," Olivia said, waved dismissively, and walked off. After the two left, Ethan moved close to Andrew, expression serious. "Mr. Shea, it seems you forgot something." Andrew glanced sideways at him, silent. "You didn't get Ms. Summers's number. How are we supposed to set up her next appointment?" Ethan continued. Andrew's half-shut eyes snapped open, a sharp glare shooting straight at Ethan. Ethan froze. He quickly said, "My bad. I'll go ask Ms. Summers for it now." "By the time you remember, pigs might fly," Jenny snorted, pulling out her watch to show a string of numbers. "Lucky I've got it." Ethan thanked Jenny gratefully, pulling out his phone to save the number. "I'll handle it," Andrew said, nudging Ethan aside as he saved it himself. Even Jenny was dumbfounded, not just Ethan. What made the scene so eerie? The aloof head of the Shea family, who never spared anyone a second glance, was meticulously a girl's number after only a few meetings. Ethan struggled to hold it in, stifling a laugh. 'Mr. Shea, isn't it your habit to stay away from women?" he asked in his mind. Olivia had walked a good distance when she instinctively glanced back. Andrew stood tall and graceful in the shadows, radiating an air of mystery. Though he took daily medication, he didn't have a gloomy air; instead, he seemed laid-back, as if he'd let go of everything and no one in the world mattered to him. His illness was peculiar, yet intriguing. Sean patted her shoulder, puffing out his cheeks. "You... save him?" Olivia knew he was asking if she wanted to save Andrew. "Yep. Why turn down the cash?" Olivia smiled, her eyes crinkling as her delicate features glowed. "Someone so handsome -it'd be a shame to lose him." At the Evans residence, Natalie smashed everything on the table, shaking her head in disbelief after waking from her long. faint. "My hands! How can I not be a doctor? You're all lying to me," she screamed. Rowan sobbed as she tried to stop Natalie. "Natalie, stop this, You're scaring me. Don't worry. Your life won't be ruined. Henry promised to take you to the party held by the Sheas. You'll find a good husband and live a good life." "No, it's that woman! She did this to me," Natalie yelled like crazy, clutching her head. "I won't get married. You guys are 1/3 4 harlor 21 Just using me as a pawn to marry me off to some family) Rowan's tome softened. "But what else can you do if you don't marry? Listen to me. Just stop- "I won't," Natalie cut her off fiercely. "That thug was definitely sent by her. I won't let her get away with this. I'll definitely make her pay." Seeing she couldn't change Natalie's mind, Rowan sighed and closed the door behind her. Just then, Natalie got an anonymous text. Curious, she opened it; after reading, a wicked grin spread across her face "You damned fraud, you're done for. Just you wait," she yelled. Olivia strolled leisurely down the street, her gaze deep like a pool. She pressed her lips together. 'Alright, I'll be waiting, she replied to Natalie in her mind. After Sean beat Natalie, he slipped the newly developed bug onto her, hiding it where she couldn't see, to track her movements. 'Know your enemy and know yourself, and you won't lose a fight,' Olivia thought. The Evans family was just a pack of greedy jackals, running wild and bleeding the people dry to line their own pockets. Olivia wasn't short on money and sneered at their ill-gotten gains. But she wouldn't stand for the common folks' cash ending up in the hands of the Evanses. Whatever they'd gobbled up, they'd have to spit back out. As Olivia stepped into the alley, she caught the metallic tang of blood hanging in the air. Her eyes sharpened as she swept the narrow lane. "Over there..." Sean pointed ahead; a figure lay half-prone in the gloom. Olivia moved closer to check the person. "Nina?" Surprise flickered in her eyes and then vanished as quickly as it came. "Sean, give me a hand," Olivia said. Once at Willow Lane, Sean lay Nina down on the bed. Her skin was ashen, lips bloodless, a cold sweat beading on her forehead; faint tremors ran through her limbs. The overhead lamp flared on, and Sean stood ready with supplies in hand. Olivia pressed her fingers to Nina's pulse, brow knitting. Nina's breathing faltered, blood pressure plummeted-the poison was lethal. If she didn't make it through the night, she'd be brain-damaged for life, even if saved later. "It's acute poison," Olivia commanded with icy calm. "Get the operating room sterile and bring the long needle. "Also, brew a remedy with phoebe wood and red dates. Mix in crushed locust honey and perilla leaves, then dust it with golden lotus powder." Without pause, Olivia climbed onto the bed, undid Nina's clothes, and began CPR with rhythmic compressions. If it had been a slow-acting poison, she'd have given the antidote step by step. But with acute poison, she had to save Nina's life first. Chapter 41 Sean rolled up his sleeves, pushed the bed forward, and rushed into the operating room. In the operating room, Olivia slipped into her surgical gown, cap, and mask, leaving only her eyes visible. Once everything was set, she gave a quick nod to Sean. "Begin." The poison raced through Nina's body, and if it reached her heart, she'd be gone. Olivia had to pinpoint the poison's path and stop it, but the toxin twisted unpredictably. With Nina weakened by long-term malnutrition, any slip could have serious consequences. "Overhead light," Olivia murmured, finding the poison's trail. Sean knew nothing about medicine, but the tension snapped his spine straight. If it had been any later, even the best doctor in the world couldn't have saved Nina. Olivia took the long needle, carefully avoided blood vessels, and inserted it at the eyebrow point, which was near the life gate point. Sean watched from the side, sweating, while Olivia's hands remained steady without a tremor. Throughout the process, her expression stayed calm and undisturbed as if it were just a minor surgery. Then Olivia laid her palm on Nina's lower abdomen and pressed in slow, counter-clockwise circles. Nina winced in pain and vomited a spurt of dark blood. Slowly, color returned to her face. Her mind cleared bit by bit, and her vision sharpened. When she saw Olivia before her, her eyes widened slightly, and she whispered weakly, "Thank you." AD Freelance photographer Violet Beck is forced into an engagement with CEO Roy Payne. 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