My Destined Lover

But as time passed, exasperated onlookers quickly retook the comments section under Kimberly’s tweet.

“Kimberly, still pretending you don’t know anything? You’re the most innocent, aren’t you?”

“Kimberly, please don’t touch these scores, you’ll ruin the piano music!”

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After searching for a long time, Laura, with her skills, finally found the reward website.

Entering the website, the first thing that popped up was a box.

[This website requires a special password to enter. Please enter the password,]

Laura’s finger paused and she smiled at the screen.

“Password…? ?”

It didn’t take long for Laura to manage to get a string of numbers with just a few password–cracking tricks.

Entering the numbers into the pop–up box, the home page was instantly accessed. There were a lot of posts inside. Laura briefly browsed through them and roughly understood that the page served two purposes — to offer rewards and to provide information.

Laura smiled for she seemed to have found a very great thing.

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Hospital.

Old Mrs. Taylor was unconscious in a hospital bed and was taken to the emergency room.

Mrs. Taylor paced the doorway in a panic, occasionally grabbing the doctor coming out of it and asking urgently, “Doctor, how is it? How is my mother?”

The doctor patiently reassured her, “Don’t worry, we’ll let you know as soon as we have the results.”

After waiting for a long time, old Mrs. Taylor was sent out, and Mrs. Taylor followed the bed into the hospital room.

She kept asking about Mrs. Taylor’s condition, and the doctor answered her patiently, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Taylor’s condition has grown better now”

“That’s good.” Mrs. Taylor sighed in relief.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

However, after seeing old Mrs. Taylor’s pale face on the bed, she was still worried, “Since it has gotten much better, why is my mom still not awake?”

“Mrs. Taylor is old and her health is not good.” The doctor looked down and recorded something on the medical record book.

Suddenly remembering something, he suggested to Mrs. Taylor, “Why don’t you transfer the old lady to Gouverneur Hospital? I heard that Gouverneur Hospital has recently received a highly skilled specialist who might be able to cure Mrs. Taylor’s illness.”

Mrs. Taylor opened her mouth, and before she could answer, Kimberly, who had arrived, said, “Thank you for the advice, but no.”

“What?” Mrs. Taylor froze, “Kim, this is not something to be treated casually…”

“Of course not.” Kimberly looked earnestly at Mrs. Taylor, showing her disdain, and said, “Why should we hire a non–performing specialist to treat Grandma? I’ve already asked Emma to ask her mentor to come over to see him. With him, Grandma will definitely be cured!”

“Emma?” Mrs. Taylor was puzzled, “Who is she? Is she great?”

“It’s not her.” Kimberly patiently explained to her, “Emma is just a friend of mine. Although her family is poor, she excels in her studies and her mentor is famous in the medical field. Ask the doctor if you don’t believe me!”

The doctor stammered, “Do you mean, Dr. Jonathan?”