Chapter 146 Jenny Couldn't Believe It
Jenny's eyes widened, the shock hitting her like a physical blow. Her mouth fell open and stayed that way.
"You… what did you just say?"
Kevin's voice was cold, sharp as a blade.
"A few days ago, you told me that when you saw Vaughn, he looked better than he had in years… like he'd turned back the clock by a decade."
"Do you know why? Because he took a single pill Amelia gave him. That pill—if it ever reached the market—would spark a bidding war in the millions."
"Amelia's identity is not something ordinary people can even begin to know. Even if someone begged her to save their life, they wouldn't know where to find her. And now, she's willing to save Zander… and you're standing in her way."
Kevin stepped closer, his gaze cutting into her with each word.
"You insulted her in front of everyone just now, and she didn't say a single word back. She simply took Zander and left."
"You think that's because she doesn't care about her dignity? No. It's because she cares about Zander—cares enough to put his life above her own pride."
Jenny froze.
It didn't seem possible… Amelia was so young. How could she possess medical skill of that caliber? How could she be the last and most important disciple of Master Royce?
But Kevin's expression held no hint of jest. Chris and Tobias's reactions told her they already knew the truth. Jenny's stomach tightened—clearly, they had seen Amelia's skills firsthand, which was why they were so certain.
She had never imagined that the girl she had dismissed as an insignificant bastard could have such a background… and could be the one to save her son at the most critical moment.
If this was an exaggeration, she would never forgive her. But if it was true… then Amelia was a savior.
Meanwhile…
Amelia carried Zander swiftly down the hall to her room, setting him gently on the bed before locking the door behind her.
The mansion's power was still out, leaving the space in absolute darkness. Only Shadow, her sleek black cat, lifted its head from the blankets, emerald eyes glowing faintly in the gloom.
In the short walk from the hall, the blood from Zander's neck had soaked her hands and stained her clothes.
His consciousness was fading.
Amelia raised one hand, and the standing lamp beside the bed flicked on, filling the room with a warm, honey-colored light.
She placed her other hand over Zander's eyes, her voice low and steady. "Don't be afraid… sleep for a while. When you wake, it will be over."
Zander's lashes lowered, and his breathing slowed.
Shadow let out a soft meow, hopping to her side and licking her hand in a familiar gesture. The sheets beneath them were already blotched with red.
Amelia shifted her palm to the wound and closed her eyes, channeling her soul's energy into his body, coaxing the torn flesh to knit.
She was not human.
By nature, her kind thrived on taking from humans—drawing power from their life force to strengthen themselves. Hurting was easy. Healing, however, demanded a crushing cost, draining the healer's soul far more than any injury could replenish. The worse the wound, the heavier the toll.
Which was why most of her kind never saved humans.
But Amelia was saving him.
As the energy poured out of her, her skin lost its color, her breathing growing shallow. Shadow crouched low, tail flicking in agitation.
At last, the wound tightened to a shallow scar, the bleeding stopped. She left the mark deliberately—something that could be explained away as the result of medicine.
A faint rustle came from outside the door. She knew they were all waiting, holding their breath.
Drawing in a deep breath, she confirmed that Zander's breathing was steady before she rose and unlocked the door.
Jenny had been leaning against it, listening. When it opened, she nearly stumbled forward.
"Don't worry," Amelia said, her gaze sweeping over them. "Zander is fine. He's asleep now."
The harsh white beam of the emergency lamp spilled into the room, revealing Zander lying peacefully on the bed, the wound at his neck barely visible.
"My God…" Asher's eyes went wide. "How did you do that?"
"Trade secret. My teacher doesn't allow me to share it," Amelia replied evenly.
The answer shut down any further questions.
Jenny rushed to the bedside, examining her son closely. She couldn't deny it—he was truly fine. If not for the faint mark at his neck, it would be as though nothing had happened.
She looked up at Amelia, her emotions tangled. Ten minutes ago, she had publicly humiliated her.
Now, this girl had saved her son.
Jenny's cheeks burned, but the words of apology stuck in her throat.
Amelia didn't care about her silence. Her focus was entirely on Zander.
"Let him rest here," she said.
The group filed out. In the living room, Amelia's knees suddenly buckled. Chris caught her before she could fall.
"What's wrong?" His voice was low, but edged with concern.
"I'm fine… just a little dizzy." She shook her head lightly.
Without hesitation, Chris scooped her up. For a man who was known for his obsessive cleanliness, he didn't seem to notice—or care—about the blood on her clothes.
The ambulance had come and gone. The emergency lamp lit the wrecked living room. Servants worked to clear the shards. Asher and Dorian spoke in hushed tones about her skill. Kevin was locked in a serious conversation with Jenny, telling her never to target Amelia again. Rachel had been dazed all night.
Yvette, seemingly forgotten, finally broke the silence. "Um… where's Ryan?"
The words froze the room.
From the moment the chandelier had shattered and the lights had gone out, none of them had seen Ryan.
Kevin and Chris realized it at the same instant. Their faces drained of color.
"Dammit! Find him—now!"