Lilian smiled and continued, “Don’t worry, this is not an incurable disease. If I say I can help, I truly believe I can.” She gently patted the back of Camryn’s hand. “The maximum duration is three months. If you still can’t see clearly after that, I will ask my master to assist in your treatment. However, my master specializes in poison and isn’t as skilled as I am.”

Lilian had cultivated numerous poisonous plants and had a deeper understanding of toxins than her master. Otherwise, no one would call her a master in both medicine and poison. This was an era in which she was recognized as a genius doctor among poison kings.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of happiness. “Thank you, Dr. Carden,” they exclaimed. Camryn let go of her worries and grasped Lilian’s hand, expressing her gratitude repeatedly.

Lilian smiled and replied, “You don’t need to thank me; your gratitude should go to your aunt, uncle, and fiancé. It is their persistence and unwavering support that have brought you to where you are today.”

“My aunt is like a second parent to me. If she hadn’t come back when she did, I might not be alive today.” As Camryn recalled the tragedies of that year and the suffering she endured from her blindness over the past decade, her eyes filled with tears. She felt immense gratitude for her aunt. Without her, she wouldn’t have survived.

Her biological mother likely poisoned her because she was investigating her father’s death, hoping she would succumb to “illness.” During her time in the Newman family, she felt invisible. Even if she had truly become “ill” and died, only her aunt would mourn her loss—others would hardly care, and her death would evoke little sadness. In the Newman family, she had become a mere shadow.

It was her destiny, and her life should not end prematurely. The aunt returned to her mother’s house to visit relatives. Before her trip back to her hometown, she had dreamt about her niece for several consecutive nights. Concerned that something might be wrong, she hurried home. Unfortunately, something did happen to her niece.

The aunt rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment. Although she saved her niece’s life, the girl lost her eyesight due to the incomplete removal of toxins.

“Aunt,” Camryn choked out, calling for her. Azalea quickly approached her. Camryn reached out to Azalea, stood up, and suddenly collapsed into her aunt’s arms. “Aunt, you have worked so hard all these years.”

Azalea’s eyes had been red for some time. Initially overjoyed at the prospect of her niece’s recovery, her happiness quickly turned to tears upon hearing Dr. Carden’s news. Over the years, she had searched tirelessly for medical help for Camryn, often neglecting her own family in the process. Thankfully, her husband and children supported her without complaint.

Her husband often remarked that Camryn lost her father at a young age, and having a mother like Mrs. Newman was even worse. Mrs. Newman mistreated and tormented her daughter, causing her significant pain.

“I don’t mind the effort. As long as your eyesight can be restored, every sacrifice is worth it. As long as you recover… I owe it to your father,” Azalea said. When Camryn’s father passed away, she was the one most worried about her daughter. At that time, Camryn was only two years old.

You were years old and had no knowledge at that time.