"It's been eight minutes."
Dr. Foster, who'd been preparing to leave, suddenly found an excuse to stay. "I'd like to see if Miss Vance's miracle drug is really that miraculous."
Andres sat down beside Maeve. "My mom's legs—can you treat them?"
Maeve's answer was simple. "I can try."
Dr. Foster and Molly both wore the same mocking expression.
So many experts had failed. What kind of confidence did this girl have, making promises like that out loud?
Only Butler Tanner, watching Maeve closely, saw something else—calm certainty.
It sounded impossible, but for a brief moment Tanner thought… maybe she really could bring the Whites a miracle.
At the fifteen-minute mark after Sofia took the medication, her eyelids fluttered. Slowly, she surfaced from the heavy fog.
"Andres… what are you doing here?"
The moment he heard her voice, Andres was at her side.
He checked her temperature with the scanner and asked gently, "Mom, do you remember getting a high fever and passing out?"
The reading flashed: Normal.
Dr. Foster and the others froze, shock written all over their faces.
No. That couldn't be real.
A fever that hadn't broken in three days—down to normal in under fifteen minutes from a single pill.
It was the kind of thing you almost never saw, even in medical literature.
With Andres supporting her, Sofia sat up against the pillows.
She was still weak, but her mind was clearer than it had been in days.
"Those people are so disobedient," she said, voice hoarse. "I told them not to tell you I was sick, and they told you anyway."
She reached out with trembling weakness, palm open to Maeve. "Come here, sweetheart. Sit closer. Let me look at you."
Molly, watching from the side, felt sick with bitterness.
She'd come back to the manor again and again, using the excuse of visiting her mother, all for a chance to get closer to Mrs. White—and through her, closer to Andres.
But Mrs. White had always been politely distant with everyone. Never warm, never inviting, never cruel either—just… cool.
Molly had assumed that was simply Sofia's nature.
Yet here Sofia was, practically glowing over a girl she'd met once.
Butler Tanner saw where this was going and gave the doctors—and Molly, who was dragging her feet—a pointed look.
"Mrs. White would like to speak privately with Mr. Andres and Miss Vance. Everyone else, please step out."
Dr. Foster didn't want to leave. He wanted answers.
What was in that medication? How could it work that fast? Was it a true reduction or a temporary illusion? What side effects would follow? What other conditions could it trigger?

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