Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 88

**Chapter 88: One Billion Reasons to Smile**

If there exists a way to consume fruit that could mend the fabric of genetic deterioration and rejuvenate mental vigor, then why endure the sterile confines of a hospital? This is a treasure trove, a lucrative venture that anyone within the vast Troya Empire would eagerly invest in.

“Sylvara, I can’t possibly gather that much money at this moment,” Seraphine said, her voice strained as she clenched her teeth, wrestling with the weight of her financial predicament. “But listen to this: I can send you some money upfront, and when you come back home with those fresh fruits, I’ll sell them and settle the remaining balance.”

Had it not been for her daughter’s subtle reminder and the all-too-familiar username appearing on the Starnet, she would never have imagined that the worthless individual had managed to forge a connection with a Level-7 Plant Healer.

She had initially intended to summon her back through a call on the optical computer, but Sylvara had blocked her number. The urgency of this visit stemmed from the fact that today marked the last chance to enter the academy before the lockdown for the opening ceremony. Otherwise, she would have dragged her back without hesitation.

As she listened to her aunt’s cunning scheme to profit without investing a single coin, Sylvara’s smile widened, a mixture of amusement and delight dancing in her eyes. “Aunt Seraphine, if you’re short on cash, just say so. I won’t charge you a dime.”

“Until now, His Highness Agares believed I was merely a close friend of the Level-7 Plant Healer. He has no idea that I hold exclusive rights to all his fruits. If you can’t manage the funds, I’m certain His Highness Agares would…”

“I can manage it,” Seraphine interrupted her sharply, her mind racing. She was on the brink of sealing this deal, and if Agares intervened, what would be left for her family? “Just a moment. I’ll have a word with your uncle and secure a billion dollars for you.”

Sylvara’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “Absolutely, Aunt Seraphine. You’d better hurry. You’re not the only one with an eye on the Level-7 healer’s fruits.”

With a swift release of her hand, Seraphine excused herself, making her way to the restroom.

Sylvara settled comfortably on the couch, her demeanor relaxed as she logged onto Starnet, eager to post an update from the Level-7 Plant Healer’s account. “Lemons and honey make the perfect duo! What fruit are you most excited about next? Tribute oranges? Apples? Or perhaps some luscious grapes?”

The post was accompanied by three enticing photos showcasing tribute oranges, crisp apples, and glistening grapes.

Her previous livestream had already ignited a frenzy on Starnet, and this latest update sent the users of the Troya Empire into a frenzy of excitement.

“Boss, we’re not children anymore. We want them all!”

“My reflexes failed me, and I missed the lemons. Do I have any hope with apples and grapes?”

“Grapes? Is that a new kind we’ve never seen in the Troya Empire? Why do they resemble the ancient Earth grapes so much?”

“Missed the lemons, missed the chicken wings, and even the honey. Oh my God, 30 years of being single and my reflexes still let me down.”

“I seriously think the person above is making some sort of crude joke. And not even a good one, considering they couldn’t even snag a lemon.”

About five minutes later, Seraphine emerged from the restroom, her smile so broad it etched lines across her face. “Sylvara, your uncle adores you and is willing to part with a billion dollars. Let’s get this transfer done!”

Sylvara, however, remained seated on the couch, crossing her legs and refusing to budge. “Aunt Seraphine, the door is right there. Don’t let me hold you back.”

Seraphine’s expression turned icy. “What do you mean by that?”

Sylvara shrugged nonchalantly. “You know exactly what I’m implying, Aunt Seraphine. Thanks for the billion-dollar pocket change. I’ll be sure to repay you when I start making my own money.”

Seraphine’s voice turned frigid. “You took my money, and now you won’t come with me?”

Sylvara spread her hands, feigning innocence. “I’ve already paid my tuition. I never promised to leave with you. Besides, you willingly gave me the money.”

Seraphine let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “Don’t tell me you believe this Level-7 Plant Healer is your ticket to pulling one over on me, Sylvara. And you dare to deceive me?”

Sylvara corrected her, her tone unwavering. “I didn’t deceive you out of your money. You gifted it to me. It’s all documented. If you don’t believe me, we can verify it.”

This little brat, who once was so timid and eager to please, had transformed. In the past, she would have accepted Seraphine’s blows, curses, and humiliations without protest.

Now she dared to defy her? Without a second thought, as she had done countless times before, the girl had lost her memory. Seraphine raised her hand, swinging it toward Sylvara’s face, the familiar anger boiling within her.