Chapter 1419:
Elena accessed the file and recognized the face staring back at her. Initial reluctance filled her thoughts, but studying the case details shifted her perspective entirely. She typed a single word in response.
“Accepted.”
At the manor perched on the city’s edge, the secretary rushed forward, breathless with anticipation.
“Mr. Stanley, incredible news—the Healer has accepted Mrs. Stanley’s case!”
Lucian had just coaxed Carola into peaceful sleep and was pulling her bedroom door closed as he stepped onto the moonlit balcony.
“When will treatment begin?” he asked.
The secretary’s mouth curved with satisfaction.
“Tomorrow. The Healer is already in Klathe and will arrive to examine Mrs. Stanley.”
Initially, the secretary had considered Lucian’s request nearly impossible to fulfill. Years abroad had left them isolated in Klathe, completely without local connections. Desperation had driven the secretary to scour the internet, clutching at digital straws to locate the legendary Healer. Against all odds, success had found them, and the Healer had agreed to treat Carola.
Yet memories of Carola’s complicated past stirred unease in the secretary’s chest.
“Mr. Stanley, forgive my boldness, but are you certain you want Mrs. Stanley to reclaim her memories?”
The secretary figured it wasn’t worth the effort. After all, what if Carola’s restored memories awakened desires to remain in Klathe permanently? And Lyla wasn’t Carola’s flesh and blood. If Carola remembered everything, she might abandon Lucian without hesitation for the sake of her biological son. Even he, an outsider, wrestled with these fears—surely Lucian harbored them too.
Lucian’s silhouette caught the light, shadows dancing across features that revealed nothing.
“Whatever path Carola chooses, I’ll walk beside her.”
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The secretary’s admiration for Lucian deepened further. Twenty years of loyal service had shown him Lucian’s unwavering devotion to Carola, how Lucian treasured every stolen moment with her. While other wealthy men collected mistresses like trophies, Lucian’s heart belonged solely to Carola.
The secretary bowed his head.
“Forgive me, Mr. Stanley. I overstepped my bounds.”
Elena arrived at the sprawling manor the following day, precisely as scheduled. The butler, briefed about expecting a distinguished visitor, stood ready. When Elena appeared at the iron gates and stated her business, he granted immediate entry.
Lyla’s face darkened when she spotted Elena approaching.
“Why are you here? You’re absolutely unwelcome.”
The butler stepped forward diplomatically.
“Miss Stanley, Miss Harper is the Healer your father requested to treat your mother’s amnesia.”
Lyla scoffed. Elena was the Healer? How could this despicable woman possibly possess any medical knowledge?
Lyla crossed her arms and looked Elena up and down with obvious disdain.
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