Chapter 11

Arnold, who had been dragged to the party by Matthew, looked confused. Surprise? When did he prepare a surprise for Kayla? However, recalling that Kayla had asked him for a gift a while back, he figured it was about that. Smiling, he said, “I’m glad you like it.” When he confirmed her speculation, Kayla beamed at him, her eyes sparkling like stars. Just then, Matthew cleared his throat, interrupting their gaze, and strode into the house. Arnold hurried to catch up. In her joy, Kayla didn’t notice that Matthew hadn’t even bothered to glance at her. After he entered, another car pulled up. Seeing who it was, Kayla shouted excitedly, “Grandpa!” It was none other than Clive Walsh, Myra’s father. He was the top national physician and founder of the famous Harmony Medical Center. Clive and Myra had once been so estranged they nearly severed their father-daughter relationship. Even after Myra relented and conceded, Clive had ignored her, and he hadn’t visited in years. Hence, his appearance was unprecedented. “Hello, Grandpa!” “Hello,” Clive replied somewhat perfunctorily, then strode inside without further pleasantries. Kayla was puzzled but didn’t think much of it. She quickly followed him into the mansion. Inside the mansion, guests were gathered under the twinkling lights. Soothing music flowed through the hall, creating a perfectly lively atmosphere. At that moment, Felicia came down from upstairs. Under the bright lights, the sound of her heels echoed on the spiral staircase, drawing everyone’s attention instantly. As they looked up, they saw a young woman in a pale purple gown descending gracefully, exuding an air of ethereal beauty, like a goddess looking down upon the crowd. With her appearance, gasps of astonishment and admiration spread through the guests. One voice, clearly shocked, exclaimed, “Is this the biological daughter that the Fuller family found? I thought they said she was just a country bumpkin! How can she be—” How could she be so stunning and full of presence? The custom gown fit her perfectly as if it were the designer’s masterpiece, highlighting her collarbone and her delicate waist. As she walked, the handcrafted petals on her skirt danced in harmony, creating an incredible beautiful sight. Her face was breathtaking, with striking features that captivated all. Her bone structure was refined and flawless. The shadows from the lights fell on her, casting a gentle shade from her long lashes, while her bright, clear eyes sparkled with an enchanting allure. Amidst the stares of admiration and jealousy, Felicia slowly stepped down the last stair. Dexter and Myra approached her with smiles, introducing her to everyone, “This is my daughter Felicia Fuller. She’s my biological daughter. Years ago, due to an accident, we lost her, but thankfully, it’s not too late—my daughter has returned to us. “Also, I sincerely thank you all for coming to witness our family’s reunion!” The atmosphere became lively with voices of congratulations. As Dexter thanked and mingled with guests, Myra immediately took Felicia over to greet Clive upon hearing he had arrived. Clive seemed indifferent toward his daughter, but when he looked at Felicia, he suddenly remembered seeing her at the entrance of Harmony Medical Center. “You—” Clive was taken aback. He had come only because he had heard from Matthew about a little miracle worker who had saved his life with just a brooch. After Clive pressed him for answers, Matthew finally revealed that the little miracle worker was Felicia, the biological daughter who had just returned to the Fuller family. She was his biological granddaughter. “Do you know medicine?” he asked bluntly without any pleasantries. Felicia blinked. “A little.” Hearing that, Clive’s eyes lit up, and he pressed further, “Who did you learn from? Who’s your mentor?” “I don’t have a mentor. I taught myself.” Felicia’s answer was completely honest. However, Clive’s bright expression dimmed upon hearing it. He looked at Felicia with a mix of suspicion and scrutiny. He figured that she wasn’t telling the truth. After all, without a mentor, how could she learn to save lives with a needle on her own? Either Felicia was lying, or her saving Matthew was just a lucky coincidence. Sighing, Clive shook his head and said, “Alright, come to the clinic in a couple of days. Don’t do those petty chores like brewing medicine anymore. You can learn more from me. By the way, here’s a little gift for you from me.” With that, he handed her an envelope containing not cash but a card. Felicia graciously accepted it, saying, “Thank you, Grandpa.” Clive nodded and left with his hands clasped behind his back. Myra had tried several times to join the conversation but couldn’t until Clive left. She turned to Felicia and asked, “Licia, you work at the medical center? Why didn’t you ever mention it before? Are you working there because you’re interested in medicine?” “I work there because I’m poor,” Felicia replied with a slight smile. “I can earn 20 dollars a day.” Myra was taken aback, and her expression froze. She remembered how difficult Felicia’s life must have been before she was brought back but didn’t realize it was this bad. She felt both pity and guilt. Unfortunately, such feelings of pity and guilt were worthless. As the party progressed, Felicia found it increasingly dull and decided to leave. She didn’t notice someone standing behind her. When she nearly bumped into them, she quickly stepped back. However, they stepped on her dress and nearly called her to fall. “Watch out!” A pair of hands caught her just in time, accompanied by a smooth, gentlemanly voice. It was Arnold. In her previous life, at this very moment, Felicia’s hand had been impaired, and people had mocked her for being an adopted daughter. It had been Arnold who reached out to her and said with a smile, “If you’re scared, I can hold your hand.” The feelings of youthful infatuation always come unexpectedly and without warning. However, what happened later? He had sent her to prison, led her to despair, and coldly watched her die. In an instant, Felicia’s expression turned icy. Reacting almost reflexively, she shook off Arnold’s hand in disgust. “Piss off!” Felicia spat rudely and turned to leave. However, Arnold stepped in front of her, his tone still polite but firm, “Ms. Fuller, I kindly helped you, yet you’re scolding me instead of saying thank you. Isn’t that a bit rude?” Felicia sneered. “Well, you were standing behind me quietly on purpose, weren’t you?” Arnold was momentarily taken aback, his expression a bit awkward. However, he assumed his usual gentlemanly demeanor and apologized, “I’m sorry. I meant to say something earlier but didn’t have the chance. I didn’t mean to be rude.” “If you know you were rude, then step aside.” Felicia’s expression was frigid, her eyes filled with disdain. Puzzled, Arnold asked, “You seem to really dislike me. What did I do to offend you?” Felicia didn’t bother to engage in a conversation with him. She simply pushed him aside and walked away. The commotion wasn’t loud enough to attract much attention. Unfortunately, Kayla came over to find Arnold just in time to witness the scene of Felicia and Arnold pulling at each other. In an instant, her heart was filled with anger and jealousy, and she shouted, “What are you two doing?”