The answer shocked Sylvie and her bodyguards. The bodyguards looked at Evan like they could not believe him.

Sylvie then remembered that Evan did say he had no family or partner. The money the heiresses spent to save him came from Hazel’s parents. He thought this wasn’t a big thing for the heiresses, and they’d forgotten about it.

However, to his surprise, Anya remembered it, and she brought it up on purpose. That hit him where it hurt most. The millions saved his life, and he must repay them.

He must repay his foster parents’ favor.

This was his answer to Anya.

“I know it’s not cheap, Ms. Stanton, but I can heal you,” added Evan earnestly.

The bodyguards snickered. “Talk is cheap. Why don’t you prove it? Loads of famous doctors tried and failed to heal Ms. Stanton. What can a lad like you do?”

No one thought he could do it.

Sylvie said, “Okay, you have a deal.”

“What?” They did not see this coming.

She took out a diamond-encrusted black card. “Here’s 150 million. PIN’s six zeros. Heal me, and this is yours.”

“He might be a charlatan!” suggested the bodyguards.

Sylvie gave them a glance. “Any better ideas, then?”

No. She was dying. Time was not on their side. Even if Evan was a scammer, they had to try. He was about to start the treatment, but then he had second thoughts. To heal Sylvie, he would have to use a technique called the Great Mystic Needle, also known as Reaper’s Nemesis.

However, he would have to pay it with his lifespan.

Healing Sylvie meant Evan would have to sacrifice years of his life, and that made him hesitate. Then, he remembered how much he gave up for the heiresses, especially all the blood donations, yet he had gained no love from them at all.

The disappointment etched itself into his soul. He wondered if it was worth giving up that much for another person. However, he ditched that thought almost as soon as it showed up. He did tell himself he didn’t want to see Sylvie waste away just when life was opening up to her.

Also, he needed the money to cut off all ties with the heiresses. With that in mind, he went ahead with his technique. He had no idea how many years he’d sacrificed in the process, but he did not care.

Hazel would never know that Evan would shave years off his life to cut off his ties with her and the others.

…

With his final needle pricked, the technique came to an end. Evan pulled back. “It’s almost done. She will wake up in a moment.”

Most of the poison was already pushed out, save for the part that’d seeped deep into Sylvie’s organs. He picked up the black card and left.

The bodyguards could not believe it. “That’s it?”

They knew how impossible Sylvie’s condition was, and Evan claimed he had healed her just because he’d poked her with some needles.

Now they were sure he swindled their money. Maybe that car crash was planned from the start.

One of the bodyguards said darkly, “I’ll drag him back here.”

The other stopped him, “Wait. He did say Ms. Stanton’s waking up. We should wait before we make a move.”

Then something changed. Sylvie’s temperature started to rise and returned to normal human temps. Even her cheeks were turning a healthy shade of pink.

“Dear God, it worked!”

The bodyguards couldn’t find better words to describe this, but then something more shocking happened.

Sylvie started to sweat.

A sheen of glistening perspiration covered her forehead. This was unbelievable until now.

“God, it’s boiling here.” Sylvie stirred and looked around in confusion.

“Ms. Stanton, it worked!”

“You’re sweating! That stopped ever since you came down with that condition!”

The bodyguards were shrieking with excitement. Sylvie realized what must have happened. “Where is he?”

“He took the money and left once he did his job.”