Norah shook her head, her hands steady as she cleaned Juliana's arms. "When Derek came to me, talking about your condition, I couldn't believe it. During my time with the Carters, you were the one who always made me feel like I belonged. I truly saw you as family. Sharon's and Kathy's attitudes never bothered me much, but Derek? His betrayal cut deep. Well, that's all in the past now. There's no point in reopening old wounds. Whatever happened between me and the Carter family, my hope for you has always been the same -that you'd be well and happy."

Norah spoke more than she had intended, her voice filled with unspoken affection. With Juliana, she felt the love and warmth of a grandparent, a bond that stirred up memories she cherished deeply.

After cleaning Juliana, Norah dressed her in clean clothes. The bedsores on Juliana's waist caught her attention. She frowned, knowing they needed proper care and regular repositioning to heal.

She picked up a comb from the bedside and began to brush Juliana's tangled silver hair, smoothing it gently.

"Juliana, you need to stay positive. A strong outlook can do wonders. I don't believe Derek's words-you'll live to a hundred."

As Norah glanced down, she noticed tears streaming down Juliana's cheeks.

In her final years, Juliana endured more hardship than she deserved. She could sense the regret and frustration swirling within her-anger at her family's poor decisions and their inability to value the right person, like Norah, while bringing in disasters like Marlene and Madeline.

Derek and Kathy had both turned out to be disappointments, and the family's failures weighed heavily on Juliana's heart.

Norah bent down and gently wiped Juliana's tears with a tissue. "Don't cry. You've endured enough. Since I'm here, I'll do something to help you speak again. Wait here for a moment. I think Derek and the rest are back. I'll bring them in so we can talk."

Norah stepped out, leaving Juliana to gather her thoughts. She had brought her silver needles—an indispensable part of her medical kit.

Juliana nodded slightly, watching Norah leave, contemplating what to say later.

The Carter family was gathered in the living room, including Kathy, who had married and moved out. Upon seeing Norah, Kathy shot her a disdainful look but didn't dare speak up.

The Carters—and even Kathy's new family, the Smiths—knew better than to cross someone from the Wilson family.

Norah didn't waste time. "Here's the situation; Juliana needs to be taken to Peace Ark Private Hospital for treatment. With proper care, she'll recover enough to move around in a wheelchair and speak again without difficulty."

Kathy snorted, crossing her arms. "How do we know you're not just saying that to funnel business to the hospital? Have you looked at the Carter family's situation? If we pay for Grandma's treatment, how are Mom and the rest supposed to survive?"

Norah let out a dry laugh, a mix of amusement and disbelief. Her eyes narrowed as she replied, "Do you honestly think Peace Ark Private Hospital needs me to advertise for them? Don't flatter yourself."

Her tone turned sharp. "And let me remind you—how the Carter family manages its finances is none of my concern. I'm not a part of this family. I'm speaking purely as a doctor offering a solution. What you do with that advice is up to you."

Adrian was caught in a dilemma. He believed in the expertise of the Supernatural Doctor, but the price for the treatment was high. If the Carters used their money for Juliana's medical expenses, the family would face financial hardships.

Norah sneered, "You rarely check up on Juliana, so you might not know how Marlene has been caring for her, right? Come with me. Juliana wants to see you and has something important to tell you."

"You're making that up. Juliana has been unable to talk for ages," Marlene clenched her hands tightly and muttered in protest. "Miss Wilson, how can she talk now?"

She had offended Juliana in so many ways, exploiting her inability to speak to avoid accountability.

Ignoring Marlene, Norah went to Juliana's room. She carefully inserted the needles she brought into Juliana's acupuncture points and gently helped her to sit up.

"Juliana, if there's anything you need to say, now's the time. You have just about ten minutes," Norah urged.

She had hesitated to use this method previously because it would be taxing on Juliana's strength. Still, she felt it was important for her to have the opportunity to speak.