In the laboratory, a long silence ensued. He couldn’t help, but steadfastly stayed by her side. Downstairs, Kristina Kingston, who had been feeling unbearably itchy, finally felt a bit better. She sat on the sofa, holding a mirror, watching the swelling on her face gradually subside. "Ma’am, are you feeling better?" Mary put down the damp towel, bending over to inquire beside her. The butler and servants gathered around her, each tense with worry, hardly daring to breathe. Monica Usher was also by her side, watching the skin on her face transform bit by bit. Kristina Kingston stared at herself in the mirror as the swelling faded away. A miraculous scene was gradually unfolding before everyone. The skin on her face seemed to have been granted a magical spell, miraculously beginning to heal. Everyone’s eyes widened in shock; it was too surreal. Kristina Kingston’s entire face completed the process of regeneration and rejuvenation in just two minutes, slowly reverting to its former appearance. Monica Usher looked at her in astonishment, unable to believe that Mrs. Kingston, nearly sixty years old, looked at most forty, just like in her memories. Kristina Kingston stared at her reflection, incredulously touching her face, almost unable to believe it was true! Latest content published on novel·fıre·net She slowly turned her gaze to each person nearby. "Ma’am!!" Mary’s voice trembled, "And your hands? Come! Let me see your hands!" She lifted her sleeve again, and the skin on her hands had also miraculously restored! "Ma’am, a miracle has happened." Mary expressed her joy. The servants cheered, "Fantastic!! Success!!" "I’ll go tell Mr. and Mrs. Kingston!" Mary turned and happily ran upstairs. Cheers from the servants erupted in the living room, followed by thunderous applause! Monica Usher felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she sat heavily on the sofa, her mind blank. Mary conveyed the good news to Mia Lane and Justin Kingston. Justin Kingston pulled Mia Lane and rushed downstairs! He led her to the coffee table and saw the fully restored Kristina Kingston, her face clean and youthful, her entire demeanour transformed. Justin was delighted, "That’s wonderful." His smile in his eyes was genuine and warm. Mia Lane, however, was stunned, looking at her in bewilderment, how could this be possible? "Ma’am, you’re amazing!" Mary couldn’t help but praise, "What kind of magical medicine is this? The effect is so good! It was truly a false alarm earlier; you should have informed everyone beforehand to avoid such a big misunderstanding." "Madam is truly a modern-day Hua Tuo, so young and yet so skilled." Endless praises echoed, but only Mia Lane knew, such miraculous healing was not her achievement. She was certain there was something wrong with the medicine, and someone definitely had ill intentions. "Is Ma’am completely healed?" Mary asked, "Will it recur?" Mia Lane’s answer was tantamount to a death sentence for Monica Usher; had she inadvertently helped Mia out of a crisis? Following the day’s events, Mia had also missed her flight. Kristina Kingston got up and walked upstairs, needing to calm her mind, with Mary accompanying her. Monica Usher and Justin Kingston went to the company together, and Finn Morgan called to remind them of an important meeting. However, the two were not in the same car. Upstairs, Kristina Kingston decided to take a warm bath, having indeed broken into a sweat earlier. Mary attended closely, filling the bathtub with warm water, scattering vivid rose petals, and fetching clean clothes. Kristina Kingston disrobed and lay in the bathtub, gazing at her reflection. Her neck, shoulders, upper arms... all of her skin had completely healed. It was as if she’d returned to before the fire, those jagged scars now felt like a nightmare, utterly surreal. Downstairs in the living room. Mia Lane remained standing by the window, staring absentmindedly at the view outside. This was an impossible situation; the medicine she had developed should never cause such unbearable itchiness when applied. Thinking back, a flash of recollection emerged in her mind—the red Bentley she had seen parked upstairs in the bedroom a few days ago. Monica Usher had been here; she was the only one with a motive to sabotage. Footsteps descending the stairs interrupted her thoughts, and Mia Lane turned to meet Kristina Kingston’s gaze.