Marcus was now here serving as the miracle doctor''s assistant, but Laura didn''t dare to acknowledge him. She felt an ache deep in her heart.


    For so many years, they had searched far and wide for a cure, visiting countless ces, yet no one had been able to save her.


    Whenever they heard of someone who could treat rare illnesses, Wesley and Laura would rush there immediately.


    Because of the peculiar nature of her condition, they had been swindled out of money more times than they could count, and Laura had suffered tremendously.


    This time, they had found a way to contact Elim''s assistant through Charles. Elim was a renowned medical genius. If she could cure Charles, then maybe, just maybe, she could cure Laura too.


    Figuring that after so many years, there was nothing left to lose, they decided to take a gamble. What if Elim really could heal her?


    Thus, Wesley and Laura had gone to great lengths and spared no effort in making contact with Elim''s assistant.


    Fortunately, their persistence paid off-Elim agreed to treat her.


    Charles never told Marcus about rmending Elim as he wanted to keep this from Marcus, nor did he let him know the real reason his parents had been absent all these years.


    Laura had been afraid of passing her illness to her child, worried that he would be terrified of her. Through it all, Wesley never left her side. She lived in fear every moment of every day that Wesley would wake up and be just like her.


    Thankfully, he had remained unharmed.


    "Doctor, I beg of you. Please save me."


    Laura dared not approach Natalie, yet her desperation for a cure was undeniable.


    She feared harming others, yet longed to be saved. That contradiction tore at her, leaving her uncertain if she should let Nataliee closer.


    "I will cure you." Natalie spoke slowly. "I promise I will find a way to heal you, no matter what it takes and how much time it requires."


    "Really?" Laura''s eyes widened as tears streamed down her face. "That''s wonderful... That''s wonderful.


    "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."


    "Let me examine you first." Natalie waited until Laura had calmed down before making the request.


    "Yes, I''ll cooperate fully." Laura was obedient, doing everything Natalie asked without hesitation.


    After conducting an initial examination, Natalie felt her heart sink. She had yet to finish reading through the records on Umbrahex that Federrick had given her, but Laura''s condition was clearly severe.


    Natalie suspected that her body was afflicted with more than one type of Umbrahex.


    And after so many years, the parasites had likely fused with her body. Yet, strangely enough, they weren''t killing her. They were merely tormenting her, turning her into something neither living nor dead.


    Perhaps it wasn''t just Umbrahex. Natalie guessed something else was at y as well.


    "I need time to study this."


    Natalie withdrew her hands. "I''ll have my assistant send over some suppliester. Do you have any spare rooms here?"


    Laura quickly nodded. "Yes. There are two guest rooms and one empty room on the first floor. Miracle doctor..."


    "Just call me Elim." Natalie helped Laura put her clothing back on. "Have you ever worn anything besides white?"


    "I have, but wearing other colors makes me feel immense pain and difort." Laura forced a bitter smile. She hadn''t always preferred white. On the contrary, she used to love all shades of red.


    But after giving birth to Marcus and falling ill, she could no longer wear brightly colored clothes. It was her love for red that had made her settle in Scarlet Hill in the first ce.


    She had already lost so much to this illness. Sticking to white clothing was the least of her sacrifices.


    "I see. Did your hair turnpletely white all at once, or was it a gradual change?"


    "It turnedpletely white the day after I gave birth." Laura''s tears fell again as she spoke. It had happened so suddenly that she hadn''t even finished her postpartum recovery before rushing to seek medical help.


    Day by day, the illness worsened, growing more bizarre, until she no longer dared to return home.


    She was terrified that her child would see his mother as a monster. Even breastfeeding was out of the question. She couldn''t even bring herself to hold him, afraid that she might infect him.


    "Then... do you remember everything you ate after giving birth? Who gave it to you?"


    Natalie gently parted Laura''s hair, carefully inspecting the roots.


    "Madam, try to recall every detail. Don''t leave anything out."


    "I''ll try my best."


    Laura concentrated, but after more than 20 years, many details had already faded from her memory. She had given birth at home with a team of medical professionals overseeing the delivery. Afterward, a specialized postpartum care team had taken over.


    There had been a constant flow of people in and out of the house at the time. The food and drinks she consumed had been carefully curated by nutritionists, and there had been numerous kitchen staff as well.


    In other words, during her postpartum period, multiple professional teams were responsible for her care. She hade into contact with far too many people.


    After a long moment of deep thought, Laura hesitated before shaking her head. "There were too many people. I ate so many things."


    She then continued, "Elim, are you suggesting that I''m not sick but was poisoned?"


    Natalie nodded. "As you sought medical help all these years, did anyone ever suggest the possibility of poisoning?"


    Laura hesitated further. Over the years, she had seen all sorts of doctors- including those who imed to be folk healers.


    Some had said she was poisoned. Others imed she had been cursed. Some even said she was possessed.


    But none of their treatments had worked. In fact, they had only made her condition worse. Laura had nearly died on more than one asion. Eventually, Wesley became too afraid to let her undergo any more experimental treatments, opting instead for conservative care.


    But conservative care was just a form of psychologicalfort. Over the years, Laura''s body had only deteriorated. Her episodes were bing more frequent.


    Thest time she had an attack, she coughed up blood. But the blood wasn''t red. Rather, it was pure white.


    Both she and Wesley had panicked at the sight of it.


    They had been left with no choice but to call Charles, revealing the full truth at


    That was when Charles suggested Elim as ast resort—a final sliver of hope.


    Laura recounted everything she


    could remember to Natalie. When she finished, she stood up. "My


    husband has a notebook documenting all my symptoms over


    the years. Most of it was sent to


    your assistant already. I''ll get it for you."


    Natalie nodded. "Alright."