"Incredible news?" Ste asked, surprised.


    Mr. Burton chuckled. "Your hand might be saved."


    Ste froze, thinking she had misheard.


    "Mr. Burton, what did you say?"


    Mr. Burton repeated with a smile, "Ste, there''s a sixty percent chance your hand can be restored."


    A sixty percent chance of recovery was huge.


    Ste''s fingers tightened. "Mr. Burton, are you sure?"


    Mr. Burton snorted. "When have I ever lied to you?"


    "Did you develop a new treatment n?" Ste asked.


    Mr. Burton cleared his throat. "Ahem, no... This type of surgery isn''t my area of expertise.


    However, I found a specialist who excels in this field.


    After evaluating your case, he said there''s a sixty percent chance.


    Ste, when you have some time, you cane over to my ce for a detailed examination."


    Mr. Burton had actually found a specialist who could heal her hand?


    It was both unexpected and, in a way, logical.


    After all, for a physician as skilled as Mr. Burton, it was perfectly normal to know a few even more formidable doctors.


    However, for some reason, Ste suddenly thought of Leonard.


    Leonard had also said that he had found a doctor who could heal her hand.


    "I''m in Solmaris right now," Ste said. "I should be back next week."


    "Alright, be sure to contact me when you get back," Mr. Burton replied.


    After hanging up, Mr. Burton turned to the young, grim-faced man standing behind him and his expression hardened.


    "He''s reaping what he sowed. When he ruined Ste''s hand, he left himself no way out. Now he''s not only disabled but also nearly lost his life.


    He found a doctor who can heal her, but he''s too afraid to show his face, worried she won''t ept it.


    Leonard, don''t you think he deserves it?"


    Leonard''s face was a sickly pale. He had been shot by Joshua and had fallen into


    the sea. When he was rescued, he was clinging to life and nearly died.


    He had been recovering ever since,


    and ae


    soon as he was well enough contacted the doct


    to walk, he


    Ste''s hand.


    Although Leonard had arranged everything, he still wasn''t sure if Ste would


    ept a doctor he had found.


    So, he thought of Mr. Burton.


    There was no one Ste trusted more.


    Mr. Burton had helped Ste unconditionally many times.


    If Leonard hadn''t approached Mr.


    Burton Ste''s


    shand, Mr. Bu


    r the purpose of treating et


    ner given him the time c


    Even so, Mr. Burton had still given Leonard a hard time.


    When it came to making things difficult for people, Mr. Burton was a professional.


    However, given that Leonard''s


    wounds hadn''t healed, Mr. Burton couldn''t go too far, lest he identally kill the man.


    Leonard remained silent for a moment before speaking. "Thank you for being willing


    to help me, Mr. Burton."


    Mr. Burton snorted. "Don''t thank me. I''m not helping you; I''m helping Ste.


    For now, you''ll recover here quietly. Just don''t die on my property, understand?" Leonard was already used to Mr. Burton''s cold remarks. He said softly, "Thank you."


    Mr. Burton nced at him before turning and walking away.


    A few dayster, Haynes took Keen to the airport to see Ste and Joshua off.


    Keen looked at Ste and Joshua, his reluctance in to see.


    "I don''t know when I''ll get to see Mom and Mr. Joshua again."


    Ste''s gaze was gentle. "Even if you can''t see me, you can always call or video chat."


    Keen then turned to Joshua.


    His expression was solemn. "Mr. Joshua, I''ll study hard so I can be as outstanding as you are one day."


    Joshua ruffled Keen''s hair. "Yes, Keen, you need to study hard and strive to be an excellent person.


    But..."


    He knelt, meeting Keen''s eyes, and smiled. "Don''t be like Mr. Joshua. Mr. Joshua... isn''t as good as you think."


    Keen looked confused but still said, "But in my heart, Mr. Joshua is the best."