At the moment she saw the tattoo, Deanna felt her blood freeze and stood rooted to the spot.
The eagle-eyed pattern seemed familiar.
For the past five years, whenever she had nightmares in the middle of the night, that man who had shattered her life also had a similar tattoo on his chest.
It seemed too much of a coincidence.
Wide-eyed, she looked at his chest, blood rushing in her veins.
Chloe and Gregory had asked her about their father. Over the years, she had thought about finding the father of her child and had taken action, but she always came back empty-handed.
Could this person in front of her be the father of her child?
There are countless tattoos in the world, and similarities are inevitable.
Is it really an exact match? Or did she see it wrong?
She urgently looked over, wanting to take another careful look at the tattoo and see if it matched her memory.
By the time she did, Lance had already buttoned up his black shirt meticulously.
The impeccable black shirt buttoned up to the collar accentuated his slender and stylish figure, exuding an air of restraint.
The tattoo on his chest was completely hidden. She didn't have a chance to confirm it, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Lance noticed her gaze and was about to say something when Xavier's urgent call interrupted him.
"Mr. Mercer, we can't let go of any opportunity that might cure you."
For years, Xavier had been searching for a cure with Mr. Mercer, only to be disappointed countless times.
Now that they finally encountered someone who could potentially help his condition, how could they easily give up?
Old Hughes also looked anxious. He couldn't say anything more at this moment; it seemed like a dilemma for Deanna.
Under everyone's gaze, Deanna made a decision as if she had already made up her mind. She suddenly spoke with a firm and steady voice.
"Alright, I can try to save him, but you must sign an agreement with me!"
Everyone looked at her, their eyes brightening.
"What kind of agreement?" Lance asked, puzzled. He didn't understand why she suddenly changed her mind after refusing earlier.
"If I can't completely cure you or if any problems arise during the treatment, you must promise not to hold me responsible. Also, the medical expenses during the treatment will be extra. I can provide the herbs, but they will be extra! As for the promised one hundred thousand dollars from the car accident, I will give it to you, but I can't come up with that much money right now. Let's take it slowly or deduct it from the treatment fees."
Her gaze was intense as she met his eyes.
After a moment of silence, Old Hughes spoke first. "Anna, you agreed so readily. Do you know what illness he has? How confident are you that you can cure him?"
Although she asked them to sign an agreement, her firm tone seemed to indicate that she had great confidence, bringing them hope.
"Old Hughes, I cannot promise to cure him, but I'll try my best."
She turned around with a smile, graceful and elegant.
Lance stared at her and voiced his doubts, "Miss Jones, weren't you unwilling just now? Why did you agree now? If you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself. It's as if we're pressuring Miss Jones."
Deanna clenched her fist and gritted her teeth inwardly.
She couldn't tell them that she changed her mind because she saw the tattoo on his chest and wanted to know his identity, right?
"I'm heavily in debt now, living in poverty. Who wouldn't get along well with money?" She raised an eyebrow, suppressing her emotions.
Lance pursed his lips and spoke coldly, "Is that so? Now I need to test you. If you want to treat me, you have to show me your qualifications."
Deanna rolled her eyes in her mind.
"Sir, the effect of my previous rescue is evident. Whether I'm qualified or not, you know it. If I may be so bold, your body is already on its last legs. If you don't adjust and treat it properly, you probably won't live more than five years. Although I don't have a hundred percent certainty of curing you completely, I can at least extend your lifespan by ten to fifteen years without any problems."
These words shocked everyone, followed by overwhelming joy.
"Miss Jones, are you telling the truth?" Xavier asked with some doubt. Does she really have this ability? They weren't thinking clearly due to their excitement.
Lance sneered, "Miss Jones, don't make empty promises. If we are to believe you, then you need to provide a specific treatment plan and have it verified by Old Hughes."
Old Hughes didn't refuse his words; he also wanted to know how Anna would treat him and learn about her ancient medical art.
He nodded, "Anna, can you reveal the treatment plan and medication?"
Deanna calmly glanced at Lance. Since she had decided to treat him, there was no need to hide the treatment method anymore.
Lance continued to look at her indifferently, making her feel increasingly anxious!