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    “I need you guys to keep my treatment for Mr. Henderson’s legs under wraps,” Elliana said.


    Countless top-notch doctors had thrown in the towel on Barbara’s treatment, but Elliana had pulled it off, cleverly attributing the sess to the Venacure to keep her persona as Milena confidential. Charles’s legs had been written off as a lost cause by specialists, branded permanently damaged. If she could fix him too, it would shine a spotlight on her medical expertise—and perhaps expose her as Milena, the legendary healer. But her Milena identity had to remain secret. Too many people were hunting her down, including some dangerous underground crews in Delta. She wasn’t about to paint a target on her back.


    “Mrs. Evans, rest assured, we will keep this a secret.” The Hendersons didn’t fully understand why she was so keen on secrecy, but they weren’t about to argue.


    Elliana added, “If you hear anything about Cutler or anything tied to the Delta, I need you to loop me in right away.”


    “Of course,” Charles said without hesitation. He’d already connected the dots. Elliana had some kind of link to the Delta. Out of trust, he was all in on sharing whatever intel came their way. Gatlin and Eloisa exchanged a quick nce before giving Elliana a nod. Whatever she was investigating, it was clear she meant no harm to them. Passing on information could only be a win, not a loss.


    “Then we’re all set. I’ll start treating Mr. Henderson’s legs now,” Elliana said. She dug into her bag, pulling out her treatment gear. “The n is electrotherapy paired with meds. First up, seven straight days of electrotherapy. After that, we’ll tweak things based on how it’s going.” The Henderson family followed her instructions without hesitation.


    Elliana got to work, her technique a blend of precision and something almost otherworldly. The Henderson family watched, jaws practically on the floor, marveling at the spectacle.


    The whole process took an hour.


    As Elliana peeled the gear off Charles’s legs, he lit up like a kid on Christmas. “I can feel warmth in my calf!”


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    Since the injury, his lower leg had been dead to the world. That tingle of warmth was proof she wasn’t just talking a big game—she could actually fix him.


    Gatlin, Eloisa, and even Barbara, propped up in bed, broke into wide grins.


    “Doctors swore my leg was a goner. They said only Milena, the famous healer, might have a shot. I never dreamed Mrs. Evans would have skills to rival Milena…” Charles said.


    But mid-sentence, he froze, a lightbulb flickering on. His eyes turned to Elliana, suspicion creeping in. Could she be Milena?


    Gatlin and Eloisa caught on, their heads turning toward Elliana, faces a mix of shock and wonder.


    Elliana, cool as a cucumber, packed up her gear, meeting their stares briefly before dropping her gaze to focus on her bag. She knew what they were thinking, but she didn’t confirm or deny it.


    The Hendersons were sharp—they got the hint. With just a nce, they pieced it together. The woman standing in their home was Milena. She wanted her identity to be kept quiet, which exined the secrecy request. The realization hit like a thunderbolt, and the three shared a look, barely containing their excitement.


    The Hendersons felt like they’d won the jackpot! Milena, the healer everyone chased but never found, had waltzed into their lives to treat them for free.


    Elliana finished packing, scribbled a prescription, and handed it over. “Get these meds as listed. I’ll be back tomorrow, same time, for more electrotherapy for Mr. Henderson.”


    “Understood,” Eloisa said, clutching the paper like it was gold.


    Elliana picked up her stuff and made for the door.


    “I’ll see you out,” Charles offered, quick on the draw.


    Elliana didn’t say no. They hopped in the elevator and headed downstairs.


    Outside the mansion, Charles shooed away the butler and staff, turning to Elliana. “The Hendersons owe you big time, a debt I can’t ever repay. If you need anything, anything at all, just say the word.”


    Elliana matched his straight-up vibe. “When the timees, I won’t hold back.”


    Charles cracked a small smile. “Take care, then.”


    “See you!” With that, Elliana swung onto her motorcycle and roared away from the Henderson estate.


    Her next stop was the Ublento Hotel. This time, though, she wasn’t there for Matthew. She was on the hunt for books about the Delta. The Star Society’s HQ used to be a courtyard on the city’s edge, where Donovan had kicked things off. For fifteen years, Elliana had been trained there under him, honing her martial arts.


    After taking the reins of the Star Society, she had established the Ublento Hotel as the new HQ, rarely visiting the courtyard anymore.


    Matthew, ever the thoughtful one, had built her a massive study on the Ublento Hotel’s top floor, crammed with books.


    Upon arriving at the Ublento Hotel, Elliana rode her motorcycle straight into a private elevator made just for her, keeping things low-key. The elevator, spacious enough for her and her bike, shot up to the top floor, separate from the rest of the hotel.


    When the elevator doors slid open, Matthew was already there, waiting. The second he saw her, he shed a warm grin. “Lexi, we’ve got news about Victor…”


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