Miranda's gaze softened as she replied, "Lilah and I merely share a resemblance. I must ask for your understanding, as I cannot reveal my true identity."

Brenda's eyes flicked to Lilah, filled with questions. In response, Lilah offered a knowing glance-a silent promise to explain everything later.

“Brenda's heart flutters erratically, burdened with too much worry, and her well-being is teetering on the edge..." Miranda sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

Lilah stood rigid, her back as stiff as a board, nearly collapsing under the strain.

Gerard's face set into a grim line. He stepped forward, his voice heavy with concern. “What can we do to help?"

"Do you trust me?" Miranda's question hung in the air. "I've developed a drug that can extend her life. It needs to be used alongside acupuncture, which might prolong the treatment."

Worry flickered in Lilah's eyes, but she grasped at the threads of her resolve. “Yes, I trust you," she affirmed.

Miranda's actions had always spoken volumes. Her selfless journey to Luna Island to save both Lilah and Cyrus was a testament to her noble character and exceptional medical expertise. Her trustworthiness was beyond question.

“What about him?" With a raised eyebrow, Miranda cast a quick glance at Gerard.

Gerard knew he needed to adopt a more cautious stance. Any slip from Miranda at this crucial juncture could have dire consequences.

With a furrowed brow and downcast eyes, he seemed to grapple with an internal struggle.

Moved by the plight of both Gerard and Lilah, Brenda spoke softly, her voice tinged with resignation. "I'd rather we just stick to my plan. I want to spend my remaining days in peace. Is that okay with you?"

"I trust you too, Dr. Hanson." This was Gerard. After a moment of contemplation, Gerard lifted his head slowly, his eyes resolute.

Miranda's expression subtly changed, her eyes sparkling with a hint of joy.

"Alright, then please wait outside," she instructed. "No matter how long I stay in here, no matter what happens, don't let anyone disturb me."

Noticing the paleness of Miranda's face, Lilah asked with concern, “How are you holding up? How's your injury? Can you manage? Maybe I can help."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Miranda said, "No need. I'll manage."

And then came the long wait.

Time seemed to crawl, each moment drawn out painfully.

They had expected the procedure to be over within an hour or two, but as the sun moved from its zenith to the horizon, and still no news came from the bedroom, a sense of anxiety began to swell within them.

This was not the most important.

The most vexing matter was that Jameson had arrived with the so-called foreign expert in tow.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Jameson bellowed, "Gerard, how's Brenda now? You promised that once your doctor was at her wit's end, I could step in to assist. Does that offer still stand?"

Jameson strode into the Living room and planted himself firmly, hands on hips. His piercing gaze darted about, sending the servants scurrying for cover.