Justina's face turned pale, unable to utter a word for a long time.

But she couldn't leave. Miranda had an ancient medical book, a priceless treasure. If she could get her hands on it, not only could she cure herself, but she could also help the Hanson family rise from an ordinary medical family to the most powerful medical clan in Aglos.

At that moment, she could achieve great merit and might even become the future head of the Hanson family.

Countless thoughts flashed through Justina's mind in an instant; she couldn't just give up like this.

"Are you saying you don't believe I've turned over a new leaf, Lilah?" she asked with a bitter smile, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at Lilah.

Lilah, growing impatient, replied, "A leopard can't change its spots. You might dare to gamble, but I wouldn't."

"Exactly!" Cason chimed in coldly. "Stop pretending to be kind -hearted and just get lost."

His disdain for Justina was probably greater than that of everyone else combined.

An anger surged in Justina's heart. That bastard, why doesn't he just drop dead?

Once she got what she wanted, she'd make sure to deal with him first.After a moment of silence, Justina suddenly knelt down with a thud.

"Miranda, sister, I truly realize my mistakes. I want to take care of you, just like you took care of me. At least let me see you recover. Rest assured, once you're better, I'll leave and won't disturb you anymore."

Miranda's expression seemed to soften slightly.

Lilah frowned, wanting to advise her, but Miranda signaled her to remain calm.

"Justina, what's not fated can't be forced, " Miranda sighed.

"

You should leave."

Justina was taken aback, a hint of surprise crossing her eyes.

What did she mean by that? Did she already know something?

"Miss Lilah, sir, there's someone outside looking for Miss Justina," a maid announced.

The visitors were none other than Justina's biological parents, Spencer and Emilee.

This time, Spencer wasn't as arrogant as before, as Emilee's pregnancy was unstable for unknown reasons. Having consulted other doctors without reassurance, they had no choice but to seek acupuncture, a traditional Chinese healing method, from Miranda.

Miranda, unwilling to meddle, said coolly,"

Your child has nothing to do with me."

Spencer's face changed instantly, growing anxious. "Miranda, the child your mother is carrying is also your brother. Can you let our child die before it's born?"