Chapter 357

"Don't worry, young master. I'll investigate immediately." Victor responded respectfully.

He noticed the exhaustion etched between Julian's brows. In just a few days, this privileged heir seemed completely transformed.

Even the golden child born with a silver spoon must weather storms to grow.

"Help me check out of the hospital." Julian suddenly spoke.

Victor recalled Gabrielle's instructions—ten applications of the herbal remedy would ensure full recovery.

There was truly no need to stay.

The attending physician entered the room. "Julian, this prescription is miraculous. Who was that young woman this morning?"

A faint smile touched Julian's lips. "Dr. Harrison, I don't know either."

He wouldn't reveal Evelyn's identity.

The doctor sighed regretfully. "Pure herbal formula with zero side effects. Our hospital's medical expertise could never have cured your eyes."

"Traditional medicine remains unfathomable." Admiration for ancient healing arts shone in his eyes.

Julian clenched his fists. In a few more days, he'd see the world again.

"Next time I meet her, I'll ask for you."

The doctor brightened. "You must introduce us! I want to apprentice under her. You know how obsessed I am with medical arts."

Julian suppressed a laugh. Would Gabrielle accept a middle-aged disciple?

"Of course, Dr. Harrison."

Pleased with the promise, the doctor left contentedly.

......

Isabella paled upon learning her scheme had been exposed by Evelyn, with Shadow Zenith's leader present at the scene.

Pacing her room, she dug her nails deep into her palms.

She'd been too obvious in her interference with Vincent's affairs.

At least her accomplice had escaped.

Furious, Isabella flung open her door, seeking her mother for distraction.

The lavish bedroom stood empty.

Her gaze caught on a childhood photo displayed on the dresser. Compelled, she picked it up.

"So innocent back then." The carefree smile in the image momentarily soothed her rage.

As she moved to replace the frame, she spotted a document wedged in the cabinet door.

The words "Paternity Test" leaped out at her.

Isabella's blood turned to ice.

Hands trembling, she opened the file—a DNA report between her and her mother.

"Impossible..." She stared at the results, fingers shaking so violently the paper nearly slipped.

She wasn't her mother's biological daughter?

No wonder...her plain features contrasted sharply with her mother's striking beauty.

She pulled out a second report—this one between her and her father.

The results confirmed their biological relationship.

The world spun around Isabella.

That elegant, refined woman she called mother shared no blood with her.

Every beautiful illusion shattered in that instant.