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On the night of our engagement ceremony, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart posted a photo of herself holding a silver dagger, threatening to self-harm.
Logan was desperate to go and stop her, but he was stopped by the Chairman.
"If you dare to not complete the engagement ceremony tonight, Moonstone will no longer have you as its heir!"
Logan ultimately relented, but the next day, news came that Sarah had slit her wrists and was hospitalized.
Logan's reaction to this was cold; he didn't even shed a single tear.
Twenty years later, when I was critically ill and bedridden, Logan and our son injected wolf poison into my body.
"Evelyn, if you hadn't been so desperate to marry into wealth, I would have been living a happy life with Sarah long ago!"
"Let me tell you the truth. The child… I bribed a doctor to implant one of Sarah's embryos in you! You've spent your entire life raising a child for the woman I love most!"
As the poison spread, I took my last breath in excruciating pain.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night of our engagement.

The Healer’s Second Chance

"Get my evening gown ready for me—the one you ironed yesterday."


At my words, my assistant remained silent, simply pouring me a glass of warm water.


"Evelyn, you really can't go on like this. You need to get some rest."


A look of heartache flashed in his eyes as he came over to massage my shoulders.


I took the glass of water and casually closed my laptop.


"It's alright, Ethan. I have it under control."


He has been my assistant for over four years, and my boyfriend for the past two.


Everyone at IMI looked favorably upon our relationship.


He was the one who stayed by my side through all the sleepless nights, working to change drug data and reshape the direction of our experiments. He deserved a significant share of the credit for nearly every project.


That evening, Ethan and I arrived arm in arm at the Medical Therapists' Summit.


Chapter 8