Anastasia took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Her gaze steadied, and she continued the procedure with clean, precise movements.
By the time she finished over an hour later, she was drenched in a cold sweat, just as Harrison was—but hers was from sheer nerves.
After the treatment, she went to the kitchen to brew his medicine herself. Although the chances of someone at Rosewood Manor being compromised were slim, she couldn't afford to take any risks when it came to Harrison’s health.
After watching him drink the entire bowl, she snuggled up beside him, beaming. “Now that we have the Umbral Herb, it will only take three courses of treatment to completely cure you!”
“Three courses?”
“Two weeks at most!”
“Two weeks?” Elder Mrs. Lancaster exclaimed. “Harrison will be completely cured in just two weeks?”
Anastasia smiled. “That’s right.”
The old woman was so overjoyed she was nearly moved to tears.
Two weeks passed in a flash. The time was a whirlwind of activity—celebrating the holidays, managing Harrison’s treatments, and keeping up with the Brennan family. It felt like every day was packed.
On the day of his final treatment, both Anastasia and the elder Mrs. Lancaster were buzzing with nervous excitement. They took Harrison to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up.
When the results came in, the hospital director who received them thought he was seeing things.
“Mr. Lancaster’s condition… is he cured?!”
He stared at the reports, flipping through them again and again in disbelief. He was intimately familiar with Harrison’s case, having personally overseen his previous examinations. He knew for a fact that the terminal diagnosis was real, not a mistake.


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