Hearing Shanley''s words, the slight furrow in Juniper''s brow smoothed out, and her mood lifted considerably. She took the mug from him and finished the ginger drink in one go. The warmth spread through her, andbined with the heating pad, the pain eased significantly.


    "Flint will handle the Wilcox family''s case," Shanley said, gently dabbing her lips with


    a tissue. "You just focus on resting for the next couple of days."


    "Okay." With the Schwartz Group''s elite legal team on the job, she had no objections.


    ...


    A few days of restter, Juniper was fully recovered and ready to focus on Harold''s situation. The selection for the new member of the Global Medical Alliance Association was only three days away, and she needed to make sure her brother was perfectly prepared.


    On her way to theb, she saw the news stered all over the inte. Ezra had been sentenced to death for intentional homicide, with all his assets confiscated. Trent received fifteen years for contract killing and assaulting an officer. Deirdre got twenty years, and Yelena, ten. The inte was flooded with condemnation for the entire family.


    As for the inheritance thatizens were so curious about, awyer had announced Orville''s will immediately after his death. The moment the will was read, J released a statement: she would be selling the Wilcox Group and donating all the proceeds to charities for rural education and women''s aid.


    This announcement silenced all the critics who had used J of orchestrating her family''s downfall for money.


    Before that story could even fade, another headline shot to the top of the trending list: [Schwartz Group Acquires Wilcox Group at a High Price].


    The Schwartz Group? Just as she was processing this, a text from Shanley arrived. It exined that the Wilcox Group held a piece of her uncle''s life''s work. It was better to sell it to one of their own than to let a stranger ruin it.


    One of their own? Those words made Juniper''s heart skip a beat, a faint blush warming her cheeks. She was starting to realize... that man was getting very good


    at knowing exactly what she wanted. It seemed she would have to put even more thought into his birthday present.


    ...


    At theb, Juniper administered


    final injection for Harold. After


    weeks of treatment, the blood clotin


    his brain was almost gone, and his memories were gradually returning.


    "Remember anything yet?" Jimmie asked, watching him intently from the sofa. "Especially about our three sisters."


    "I..." Harold rubbed his temples,


    straining to recall. "I only remember


    our fourth sister," he said with-


    difficulty. "She was incredibly strong,


    and very quick. The other sisters... can''t remember them yet."


    "Fourth Sister?" Jimmie leaned forward, curious. "Why do you only remember her?"


    As he recalled, all three of his younger sisters were quite a handful, though perhaps not as much as the youngest.


    "Ahem..." Harold cleared his throat, reluctantly lowering his voice. "She... uh... she beat me up when I was ten," he mumbled.


    "What?" Juniper and Jimmie eximed in unison, not having heard him clearly.


    "She beat me up!" Harold repeated, his expression a mixture of embarrassment anger and resignation. "She punched me right in the face. I went flying, and had a ck eye for days."


    It hurt like hell. How could he possibly forget?


    "And you told us you fell," Jimmie recalled, seizing the opportunity to tease him. "Real impressive."


    Harold was ten, which meant their fourth sister would have been only seven. To be able to send him flying... she must have been incredibly strong indeed.


    Juniper thought that she and this fourth sister sounded a lot alike. She found herself looking forward to meeting these sisters of hers.


    "We fly out tomorrow," Harold said, shifting back to the matter at hand. "Get some rest. Don''t overwork yourself."