When Did You Become Skilled in Medicine?

Robert suddenly grabbed Sophia’s hand, and she almost stabbed the silver needle directly into Anthony’s stomach.

Her heart pounded as she glared at Robert in anger.

"I would never let anything happen to my son!" she snapped.

Robert’s eyes turned cold, his voice tight with frustration. "Sophia!"

Even though she saw the icy look in his eyes, Sophia didn’t back down. She spoke firmly, "I wasn’t trying to hurt him. His stomach is severely bloated. If I don’t help him now, he’ll keep throwing up."

She continued, "I told you yesterday not to let Anthony wait outside in the cold, but you didn’t listen. He caught a chill, and at first, it was a wind-cold illness. But because his body already had too much internal heat, it turned into a wind-heat illness after he was exposed to the cold wind."

"The Banlangen I gave you is something I drink when my internal heat is too high. Anthony is five years old, so it’s safe for him to drink as well." Sophia looked down at Anthony and gently stroked his forehead. "After I relieve his bloating, he’ll be able to rest properly. If he gets enough sleep, his body will recover on its own. There’s no need to go to the hospital."

Robert stared at her with a complicated expression. After a moment, he said, "Go ahead."

Sophia carefully used the silver needle on Anthony before taking the Banlangen from Robert and helping him drink it.

Anthony was weak from being sick, and after drinking the warm medicine, he started feeling sleepy.

Sophia cradled him in her arms and hummed a soft lullaby.

Robert stood by the bed, watching as she gently patted Anthony’s back. The sweet melody of her voice filled the room, making his gaze linger on her.

Not long after, Anthony fell asleep. Sophia covered him with a blanket and tucked him in.

"Why did you become a doctor?" Robert suddenly asked in a low voice.

Sophia raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. Then, she walked toward the door.

Robert glanced at his sleeping son and followed her.

"Master Miller," Sophia said as she turned to face him. "I told you when we signed the marriage contract—I can be useful to you. Marrying me was the right choice."

Robert’s eyes flickered.

"You hide it well," he said, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

"You investigated me," Sophia stated. Her expression changed slightly, and for a moment, a trace of bitterness flashed in her eyes. "But even I have forgotten some things... like my medical skills."

Robert watched her closely, then stepped forward, leaning slightly toward her.

As he looked into her surprised eyes, a trace of tenderness softened his expression.

"No matter what happened in your past, you have me now," Robert said.

Suddenly, he leaned in closer, and Sophia could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her cheeks heated up, and her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling this way, but she forced herself to stay calm and flashed him a bright smile.

"Yes, I have you," she said, before adding, "for the next five years at least."

The stolen five years would at least give her a place to belong. That wasn’t so bad.

At first, Robert’s eyes softened at her words. But when he heard the second half of her sentence, his expression turned icy.

"You’re really not charming at all," he said before turning to leave.

"Hey..." Sophia was caught off guard. "Am I not?"

Just then, Uncle Mark, the butler, approached them. "Madam, should we still take Young Master to the hospital?"

"No, there’s no need," Sophia replied, regaining her composure. Then, she looked at Uncle Mark and added, "By the way, don’t let Anthony go to the garage at night. It’s too cold."

"I’ve told him many times," Uncle Mark sighed. "Even if I drag him back to his room, he sneaks out again the moment we’re not watching."

Sophia thought for a moment before saying, "Then turn on the heater in the garage. Just make sure he doesn’t catch a cold. I don’t want him feeling unwell."

"Yes, madam," Uncle Mark answered respectfully. Then, after a short pause, he said, "Actually, madam, there’s no need for you to be angry with me. Young Master has never had a mother before, so he doesn’t know what a mother’s love feels like. That’s why, except for Master Miller, the late mistress, and myself, he refuses to get close to anyone."

"But since you came, madam, it’s the first time he’s been this attached to someone. He follows you like a little shadow. And during the day, when you and Master Miller go to work, he keeps pestering me to take him to the company so he can see you. I always have to find ways to distract him."

Sophia chuckled. "Anthony likes me, and I like him too. But you’re misunderstanding something, Uncle Mark. I wasn’t angry at you for not taking good care of him."

Uncle Mark looked surprised. "Then, madam, you…"

Sophia’s expression turned cold. "I distanced myself from you because, on my first night in the mansion, you set me up." Her eyes flashed with sharpness. "And on the day the mistress and Anna came to visit, I believe that, as a butler, you’re more than capable of understanding people’s intentions. You should have noticed that the maid had done something wrong. That’s why I stepped in."

Uncle Mark’s face stiffened.

"You are the butler of this mansion, and Master Miller, the baby, and I are the owners of this house. When we are not here, you are only second in command," Sophia reminded Uncle Mark. "As Master Miller's wife, you, as a butler, have no right to drive me away. And when the mistress tried to kick me out, you should have been the first to stand up for me and clarify my identity."

"But Uncle Mark, you didn't help me. Instead, you stood with the mistress and Anna to drive me away. This proves that you never saw me as the mistress of this house. Maybe…"

She curled her lips into a cold smile and said in a mysterious tone, "Maybe, in your mind, I’m just like one of the maids, taking care of Anthony for Master Miller."

Uncle Mark's face turned pale instantly, and panic flashed in his eyes.

"Madam, I didn’t mean that."

"Whether you did or not, you know the truth in your heart," Sophia said coldly. "You can ignore me or even try to harm me, but Master Miller trusted you with Anthony’s care. At the very least, you should be worthy of that trust."

Uncle Mark's expression became extremely tense.

Sophia turned and walked back to the bedroom, suddenly remembering how Lady Stella had looked so shocked when she first saw her, mistaking her for someone else.

Did Stella know her biological mother?

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The next morning, Sophia touched Anthony’s forehead.

"Good, the fever has gone down," she sighed in relief. "Is your tummy still hurting, baby?"

Anthony shook his head.

"You sweated a lot last night. Now, let’s take a bath so you can feel fresh and smell nice," Sophia said, kissing his little face.

Anthony nodded and was taken away by the butler.

Just then, Sophia’s phone rang.

As soon as she saw the caller ID, she pressed the speakerphone button while washing up.

"Sophia, I just saw your message and called you right away."

Sophia asked, "How’s your business trip, Yeluo?"

"It’s fine. I’ll be back in River City the day after tomorrow. I have the key to your apartment, so I’ll find a moving company to help you move when I get back."

"Thank you. I’ve already packed everything. Just let me know the moving cost, and I’ll pay you later."

"Hey, we grew up together, and you're still talking about money with me? That’s hurtful."

Sophia smiled.

"By the way, Sophia, there’s something I want to tell you. I happened to meet Steven on the plane back to River City."

Sophia’s face suddenly stiffened.

"Do you… still love him?" Yeluo asked.