“That cry you just had was the best medicine for you! If you can, cry more often. Vent the pent-up grievances and frustrations inside you. Adjust your mindset and stop getting angry over everything. Pair that with the prescribed medicine, and you can transform your body’s energy stagnation over time.”
Learning that she wasn’t beyond saving, Josie felt a whirlwind of emotions and couldn’t help but see Sophia in a new light.
Other doctors had prescribed nearly identical treatments, including Dr. Brooks, and none had helped. Sophia, on the other hand, didn’t even alter Dr. Brooks’s prescription. Instead, she advised her to cry it out—and shockingly, it worked. After her breakdown, her chest felt lighter, her headache and stomach ache vanished, and she finally felt at ease.
Dr. Brooks, observing this, suddenly realized what Sophia had done. He had wondered why she had described Madam’s condition so gravely when it wasn’t that severe. Now it all made sense—she had done it on purpose.
Impressed, he revised his assessment of Sophia’s skills.
This young doctor, he thought, is bound for greatness.
Meanwhile, realizing that Max had offended Sophia, Josie anxiously grabbed him and insisted he apologize.
“Dr. Sophia, please forgive me for not recognizing greatness when I saw it. I…”
But before he could finish, Sophia had already walked downstairs without acknowledging him.
Max clenched his teeth in frustration. If it weren’t for the fact that all his family members had passed away, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to work for the Amara family as an assistant. With his college degree, he believed himself superior to other workers. He considered himself part of the Amara family’s wealth and rarely treated others with respect.
This time, however, he had misjudged Sophia, and it stung.
—
As they left, Max awkwardly offered, “Dr. Sophia, shall I have a driver take you home? It’s hard to get a taxi around here.”
Sophia didn’t respond, but Barbara smirked and retorted, “No need. Sophia has her own car.”
The two women walked straight to the parking lot, leaving the Amara family to see them off. Max watched as Sophia approached a luxury car and froze in disbelief. When she started the engine, the humiliation on his face was palpable—it felt like a slap.
Josie, too, realized she had underestimated Sophia.
As this thought crossed her mind, a black luxury sedan pulled up near the gate, and Sophia stopped her red car.
Both cars rolled down their windows. A man in the sedan glanced at Sophia, smiled, and nodded at Barbara.
Amara, mesmerized, thought the man was exceptionally handsome. Judging by his car, he was clearly wealthy.
But Josie and Micah’s expressions changed instantly.
is that Livinus?”
“It’s him! No doubt about it! I’ve tried countless times to arrange a meeting with him but never got the chance. How does Sophia know the head of Scott Corporation? He, ask Barbara about Sophia’s connection to Livinus. See if we can use this to get an introduction.” Micah’s tone was urgent.
Though the Amara family was wealthy, their fortune was modest compared to Livinus’s. Their wealth came from early investments in real estate, including storefront properties, which had appreciated significantly during the real estate boom. This gave them assets worth over 100 million dollars.
But Livinus’s wealth was on a completely different level—something they could only dream of.
Amara hesitantly approached Barbara, who deflected the question with a cool tone, avoiding any discussion of Livinus. Her attitude made it clear she wanted nothing more to do with the Amara family.
Amara felt a pang of frustration. How had she underestimated Sophia so badly? Wasn’t it just because she hadn’t taken her seriously? Did that warrant such cold treatment from Barbara?
—
Later, Sophia received a 20,000 dollars payment from the Amara family. She didn’t comment. While her consultation fees were generally reasonable, her house call charges were much higher. If not for Barbara, she would have charged 200,000 dollars upfront—after all, people who didn’t want to wait in line at her clinic should pay for the privilege.
—
That evening, when Livinus returned home, he asked, “Whose case were you working on this afternoon?”
“A friend of Barbara’s,” Sophia replied, recounting the events.
Livinus didn’t seem surprised. He had encountered plenty of people like that and found it unremarkable.
“Some people think a little wealth makes them rich. I wonder where they get that illusion,” he remarked indifferently.
Sophia shrugged and teased, “Maybe because they’ve never met someone like you, President!”
Livinus’s dark eyes locked onto her, and he pulled her into his arms. His voice dropped to a husky murmur:
“Dr. Sophia, your President needs you to comfort him.”
Before she could react, his hand slid between her thighs, lifting her onto the table.
As his shirt came off, revealing his chiseled abs, Sophia sighed, realizing once again that she was shallow. With that face and that body—not to mention his skills—where could she find another like him?
