The atmosphere in the living room of the Vance residence was tense. “I can cure Mr. Vance Senior’s illness. All I ask is that Mr. Vance cancel his engagement to Iris and marry me!” Kylie Clark stood confidently under the scrutiny of the crowd. Her delicate facial features held an extraordinary boldness and confidence. As soon as she spoke, the room filled with gasps of shock. Kylie was dressed in plain and rustic attire, which suggested she came from the mountains. She didn’t strike the image of someone who’d know anything about medicine. Yet she was bold enough to publicly force a marriage with Samuel Vance, the head of the Vance family! Samuel Vance, the top billionaire on the rankings of the wealthiest and the youngest head of the Vance family, was a business tycoon who instilled both fear and admiration in all. They wondered if Kylie did not fear death. “You?” A cold, mocking voice broke the silence. Kylie looked up to meet Samuel’s sharp eyes. Her heart clenched tightly. His flawless facial features were sculpted to perfection, and every move he made exuded a noble, elegant air. A man like him was born to be worshipped. If Kylie hadn’t been left with no other choice, she would never have resorted to such an extreme measure and used Vincent Vance’s illness to force this marriage. “Shut up, Kylie! Have you lost your mind? Do you know what place this is? How dare you play doctor and steal your sister’s man!” her biological mother, Euphemia Jennings, snapped. With that, she turned to Samuel with a fawning smile. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, Mr. Vance. I just brought her back from the mountains. She grew up in a sanctuary and didn’t attend elementary school; what could she possibly know about medicine? “It’s our fault for not disciplining her well enough. I never expected her not to know her place and harbor such improper thoughts.” Kylie remained unfazed by Euphemia’s attitude. Instead, she gave Samuel a firm look and calmly said, “If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Vance Senior is currently experiencing limb convulsions and an accelerated heart rate. “An ambulance will never make it. And even if he makes it to the hospital in time, his body can’t withstand surgery either.” “How would you know about Grandpa’s condition?” Samuel’s gaze darkened as his suspicion toward Kylie grew deeper. Calmly meeting his gaze, Kylie explained, “Traditional medicine relies on visual, auditory, olfactory, and questioning diagnostic methods. I could tell just by looking.” Samuel seemed briefly surprised. He pondered for seconds and curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile. “Fine. I’ll marry you if you can cure Grandpa.” Kylie wasn’t surprised by his response. She knew very well that Vincent was over a hundred years old and had zero chance of surviving surgery. Samuel respected Vincent greatly. He’d agree to any condition as long as there was even a sliver of hope. On the contrary, the rest of the Vance family erupted in outrage, especially Iris Dale, Kylie’s so-called sister and Samuel’s original fiancée. She urgently called out, “Samuel! Countless medical experts have failed to cure Grandpa; isn’t it too risky to leave his fate in her hands? What if…” Iris had come today to finalize her marriage with Samuel. She was supposed to be the future lady of the Vances. But now, with Vincent critically ill, how dare Kylie take advantage of the situation to force a marriage! The Vance family adored Iris and immediately voiced their agreement by mocking Kylie. “Exactly! Iris is right! She’s just some country bumpkin; she might end up killing Mr. Vance Senior instead!” “She’s taking advantage of the situation and clearly harboring evil intentions! Samuel, don’t let her deceive you!” The protests went on. Samuel’s cold, piercing gaze swept across the room, and his voice carried undeniable authority. “I know what I’m doing.” With that, he turned his gaze back to Kylie and warned in a dangerous voice, “If anything happens to Grandpa, you’ll pay the price!” Meeting his gaze, Kylie remained calm and unshaken. “Don’t worry, Mr. Vance. I know what I’m doing, and I never said you had to marry me now. Once I cure Mr. Vance Senior, then we’ll get married.” “Kylie, do you even know what you’re doing? I can forgive you for stealing my fiancé, but how dare you gamble with Mr. Vance Senior’s life?” Iris wiped her tears as she portrayed herself as tolerant and magnanimous. If she weren’t so concerned about her identity as a socialite, she would’ve ripped Kylie apart. How ridiculous it was for Kylie to dream of marrying Samuel! As expected, Samuel’s expression darkened after hearing Iris’ words. He stared at Kylia for seconds, his gaze filled with ridicule and disgust. What a greedy and shameless woman! Money could always be used up, but marrying into the Vance family was a lifelong privilege. The others in the room sneered at the despicable Kylie. How could she have used such tactics to steal her sister’s fiancé? And top medical professionals had failed to cure Vincent; who did she think she was? Yet, Kylie remained calm. She knew that even if Samuel turned down her condition, she’d still do everything in her power to save Vincent. As a doctor, she couldn’t ignore a life in danger. She ignored the sneers and turned to Samuel. “I’ll cure Mr. Vance Senior while all you have to do is get ready to marry me.” Without waiting for a reply, she stepped forward and calmly took Vincent’s pulse. Then, she retrieved a set of silver needles from her pocket and inserted one into his left hand with practiced precision. She then proceeded to pick up a second needle. But instead of inserting the next needle, she turned to look at Samuel. As she bit her lip, her face flushed with a faint pink hue. Her clear, unblinking eyes locked onto his as she said, “My name’s Kylie Clark; Kylie as in the whisper of wind through poetic lines and Clark as the keeper of the never-forgotten time.” Even after she spoke, Samuel’s expression remained as indifferent and cold as ever. A hint of disappointment flashed in Kylie’s eyes. It seemed he’d forgotten her. With the next needle she inserted, Vincent’s convulsions visibly eased. A flicker of surprise flashed in Samuel’s eyes as he finally took a serious look at Kylie. She was dressed in faded jeans and a slightly pilled sweater. The fact that she was thinner than most ladies her age revealed a life of hardship and upbringing in the mountains. But her facial features were strikingly delicate, and her skin was smooth and flawless. Her eyes were as dark as ink and shimmered with a soft glow. Though she might seem quite talented, that didn’t change her greedy and opportunistic nature. Meanwhile, Iris panicked. Seeing that Kylie might actually save Vincent, she quickly turned to Euphemia for help. “Mom…” Euphemia grew equally anxious and immediately turned to Alissa Farmer, Vincent’s wife. “Mrs. Vance Senior, don’t forget it was Iris who saved Mr. Vance. Shouldn’t this marriage…” Standing by Vincent’s side, Alissa let out a quiet sigh of relief at his improved condition. Instead of responding to Euphemia, she turned to look at Samuel. “Your grandfather is old, Samuel. He doesn’t have much time left, even if we could save him. “Marriage is not a game, and you don’t have to sacrifice your happiness for him. Your happiness is what matters most.” Her words were kind, and there was no force in her tone. “I will marry her as long as she cures Grandpa,” Samuel coldly announced. His mocking gaze locked onto Kylie, and his expression was icy. “Since she dares force me into marriage, she’d better be ready to spend the rest of her life as a widow. Anyone who threatens me must pay the price!”