Surviving as a Terminally Ill Heiress - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

I hurried out to the garden and hid myself among the flowerbeds.
And in that moment.
That moment would stay with me for a very long time.
Our eyes met.
Golden eyes.
Mysterious eyes, as if they could heal your entire being.
You—that kitten from back then.
You’re still here?
I started to speak, but a strange premonition washed over me.
“Um…”
Fate.
It was fate.
Those golden eyes pulled at me strangely, refusing to let go.
Eyes that sparkled with entire universes.
Those eyes.
‘Keep me.’
They seemed to whisper.
No, this can’t happen. Don’t do this. I already have two siblings I need to take care of….
“Meow.”
“What should I name you?”
Two or three—what’s the difference?

* * *

“Sha Sha!”
Knocked over another vase. How many times is this now?
I grabbed the culprit by the scruff of the neck—the shameless cat who’d soaked the entire table.
“You wretched creature, stop causing trouble.”
“Mrrrow!”
The cat glared at me and meowed sharply in protest.
Really, the audacity. This is too much.
A cat who refuses to learn from mistakes is truly…!
“As punishment, I’ll pet you mercilessly.”
“Prrrr.”
At my touch, Sha Sha melted into a strange purring puddle.
The maids cleaning the room watched us with warm smiles.
I offered an apologetic bow.
“I’m sorry for creating more work.”
“What are you saying? Sha Sha is so adorable.”
“And if you’re happy, we’re happy too!”
Their kindness eased my guilt a little.
“Besides, you’re the one covering Sha Sha’s food expenses anyway!”
My guilt vanished entirely.
Yes, having practical responsibility made me feel clearer and better about everything.
I chose to bring this creature home. So caring for it well is my duty.
“Hiss!”
“Why are you suddenly biting me again?!”
Taking in this creature, whose thoughts I can’t even fathom, was my sin.
Lately, work keeps piling up without respite.
I’m beginning to understand that meditative state people from the East speak of.
“…What? Scott is trying to drive Morgan out?”
I really do understand it now.

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The Ambrose Medical Center.
A wing of the west section of the sprawling Ambrose Mansion—a complex as large as a small town.
Here, the finest physicians and apothecaries worked alongside their apprentices.
All were graduates of the Atera Empire’s most prestigious medical academy.
Every physician in the Atera Empire dreamed of working there—until a certain rolling stone tumbled in.
“This medicinal herb can only be procured from the Prim Territory in the east! And that—that’s a record left by the legendary physician Helice in her final years, regarding the Celly virus…!”
But this rolling stone turned out to be quite knowledgeable.
Remarkably knowledgeable.
Despite never having attended the academy and working only as a physician in the slums.
When asked where he studied, he simply said he’d gathered and read books voraciously since childhood.
‘A diligent prodigy, it seems.’
Though the staff initially resented him, they soon came to accept Morgan. They had no choice.
He always worked hard, and above all, he was kind.
He even raised his young daughter alone with the same dedication.
Yes, on these merits alone, he was worthy of the lady’s request!
Most thought so, but unfortunately, not all did.
“These unwashed drifters muddying the waters with their unknown origins…”
Chief physician Scott, in particular, harbored such resentment.
He took an unusual dislike to Morgan.
He’d heap menial tasks on him and present him with difficult cases that would challenge even experienced residents.
Yet Morgan accomplished it all.
Flawlessly, perfectly, with impeccable tact.
This only made Scott angrier.
Then an incident occurred.
Morgan’s young daughter, Genie, came looking for her father and accidentally spilled some medicine.
Scott seized upon it like he’d found evidence of a crime, raging wildly.
“How dare you waste the precious tonic the Duke drinks every day!”

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‘That’s just a vitamin supplement…’
I looked on in disbelief.
Scott was in full tirade.
I’d rushed over to see what the fuss was about, only to find a single spilled vitamin supplement on the floor.
“I didn’t do it.”
And as always, sharp little Genie spoke up in her defense.
“I saw that grandfather fall because his belly hit the table! I saw it clearly!”
The culprit was almost certainly Scott himself.
Assessing the situation, I found it even more absurd.
I rubbed my brow and spoke.
“Scott, we can always make more vitamins…”
“Ha! This is exactly what happens with the uneducated!”
At his heated words, the eyes of everyone around widened.
It seemed to target Morgan and Genie.
But it didn’t—he’d lumped me in with them.
‘He’s recovered quickly. For someone lacking all sense of proportion.’
He’d been cowed in my presence for a while, but now he was growing cocky again.
Even worse, his resistance was making him more defiant.
But there was no reason for these two to take his abuse.
I stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke again, more evenly.
“Scott, calm down first…”
“Such vulgarity cannot be hidden…!”
“Hey!”
I shouted with Dantian Power.
The entire medical center resonated with the force of it.
The wide eyes of everyone present seemed ready to pop from their sockets.
Scott was little different.
Now that I had his attention, I smiled sweetly.
“You wanted to call me uneducated and vulgar, so I obliged.”
You already know my touch, don’t you? Want another sandwich?
I let my eyes ask the question, and Scott flinched.
Genie, cradled in Morgan’s arms, muttered softly.
“There it is—Sister’s true personality.”
There was an unmistakable note of satisfaction in her voice.
I took a quiet breath.
I’d given him a chance. A chance to keep his tongue.
But harassing not just me, but my people, was not acceptable.
Moreover, there seemed to be a good reason he hadn’t won my favor.
‘Then you’d better leave.’
Either I walk away from Ambrose, or you do.
As I stared at him, Scott stammered and then began to seethe.
Look at him now. He seemed more likely to poison me than cure anything.
More than that…
“Morgan.”
“Y-yes?”
“You’ve learned everything you need to, haven’t you?”
I asked as if it were obvious.
Morgan was such a diligent student.
In this amount of time, he would have extracted every drop of knowledge.
‘I have confidence in him, so I’m going to push this through.’
Morgan nodded, but something seemed off about his expression.
“Well… there wasn’t much to learn.”
“What—what did you say?”
Scott, suddenly belittled, staggered.
I was taken aback as well.
‘Nothing to learn?’
Even if I’m a quack, I’m still the chief physician of Ambrose. Surely there’s something of use?
But Morgan was someone who only spoke the truth.
“Um. More like a charlatan, really…”
I found myself saying aloud what I’d only been thinking.

* * *

Scott collapsed.
His blood pressure finally gave way.
Like a rigid log, he toppled backward with a thud.
But thanks to this, the center will likely remain quiet for a while, which I suppose works out.
“That’s what I’ve been saying—you should maintain proper eating habits and exercise regularly…”
Morgan muttered sadly as Scott was carried out.
That particular trait of his was probably why Scott disliked him even more, but let’s leave it at that.
That wasn’t the important thing right now.
“Charlatan? What do you mean?”
When I asked, Morgan hesitated before answering.
“Well, no matter how I look at it, something seems off… even simple concepts confuse you, and the herbal combinations always go wrong.”
“But the special ointment that man made had effects that were truly remarkable.”
“Do you mean the Green Ointment in the round container?”
I nodded firmly.
Even now, falling out with Scott, I regretted losing access to that ointment.
It was almost like magic. I’m certain even Holy Power doesn’t compare.
Morgan spoke to me as I savored the memory.
“That’s rotten.”

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