Upon hearing what Megan just said Nathaniel eyes pushed up immediately, he wasn't expecting her to accept. But now that she did he's going to my use of this opportunity to get closer to Megan, it's going to help the bank push forward even more.
" Thank you so much Miss Megan, I will take you there immediately if you don't mind"
At that moment Megan didn't say anything but just my nodded her that as Nathaniel was about leading the way.
Then his phone sharply, disrupting him.
Without wasting anymore time he pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and immediately answered. "Father?" he said, her tone switching to something more formal now.
At that moment Nathaniel watched as his face went from excitement to alarm.
"What?" Nathaniel's face immediately gone paled, his free hand clenching at his side so strongly.
"Grandfather's collapsed and his condition has worsened?" His voice, usually smooth and controlled, now trembled under the news.
"I—yes, I understand. I'll come back immediately."
At that moment the call ended and Nathaniel couldn't help but lower the phone and his head in disappointment, his breathing was uneven, his fingers gripping the device so tightly her knuckles turned white.
He didn't know what he was going do, follow Megan to the Audition or go see her dieing grandfather.
However before he could make any decision Megan spoke before he did.
"What happened?"
Immediately Nathaniel swallowed hard, unsure of what to say to Megan that wouldn't get her upset, then he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper.
"My grandfather has been sick for months… but no one knows what's wrong. We've seen every specialist, run every test, but nothing comes up to give location, and they said he would die soon, but now he fainted, and was taken to the hospital, only one doctor said that he could stabilize his condition, but…" She sucked in a shaky breath. "It seems like it's not working."
Hearing what Nathaniel just said Megan remained silent for a moment, her gaze steady, assessing.
She knew she would be able to help, but again she didn't really want to push forward showing herself, however the manner in which Nathaniel never looked down at her when he first saw her made Megan wanting to help.
Then, finally, she spoke.
"I think I will be able to help him."
Upon hearing what Megan just said, Nathaniel immediately looked up sharply.
"What! are you a doctor?"
"I can help." Her voice was calm, unwavering.
At that moment stared at her, Nathaniel was caught between hope and disbelief, he couldn't tell if Megan was actually a doctor, if even if she doesn't she won't be able to help them.
"Miss Megan, I appreciate it, but this isn't something you can just... fix so quickly we've had every doctor you can think of—specialists, gurus in herb drugs and treatment, everyone. If they couldn't figure it out, how—"
"Hope you're comparing my medical knowledge with anyone," Megan interrupted, her tone carrying a quiet authority that made Nathaniel pause.
" Well I can't promise I'll cure him, but let me go take a look then I will decide if I can or not."
Upon hearing what Megan just said and how convincing she sounds Nathaniel took a step closer, searching her face.
"You… know medicine?" his voice was softer now, laced with hesitation.
"It's complicated," she admitted, not ready to explain everything about herself to a stranger.
"But I wouldn't offer myself if I didn't believe I could help him." Her eyes locked onto his, unwavering.
"Trust me on this, it I can't do anything I will simply walk away."
At that moment the silence stretched between them.
Nathaniel wasn't the type to trust easily, not from a ex convict, even though she has the money, but then she doesn't know what actually took in there in the first place.
However there was something about Megan—the way she carried herself, the sheer confidence in her words—that made doubt seem almost foolish.
And his grandfather was running out of time, he would die soon. If there was even a sliver of a chance…
he exhaled sharply, then gave a firm nod. "Alright."
Nathaniel inclined his head slightly, acknowledging his decision.
"Let's go," he said, with urgency in his tone as he turned, leading the way.
As they walked, Nathaniel stole a glance at Megan. her expression was unreadable which made her even more surprised, no look of worried or confusion in her eyes.
Not long after Malisa and Raymond arrived at the hospital.
The air in the VIP ward was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, the hushed whispers of doctors and nurses filling the space as Nathaniel and megan stepped inside.
Nathaniel's grandfather lay motionless on the hospital bed.
And a group of specialists stood nearby, their faces etched with frustration and uncertainty, as they were still trying to understand what happened to him and how they were going to fix him up.
However nothing seems to be working.
"We've actually done everything we can," one of the doctors muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.
"We still can't determine the root cause, the sudden change in his condition, it wasn't supposed to get worse then what it was before."
At that moment Nathaniel's brows furrowed in concern before he turned to Megan.
"Let her take a look," he said firmly .
Upon hearing what Nathaniel just said.
A murmur rippled through the room as skeptical glances were exchanged. Then, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
At that moment his cousin Victoria looked Megan up and down, immediately her jaw tightened, they she shake her head in disappointment.
"Nathaniel, is this this some kind of joke to you, how can you utter such nonsense, you want this thing to have a look at grandfather?"
She said with a bitter mockery before facing Megan " with the way you look and how you're dressed I'm forced to asked, Are you a doctor?"
Without not wasting anymore time Megan shakes her head.
"Not exactly, but i can do what many doctors wouldn't even think of—"
"You can perform what some other doctor doesn't know?" immediately Victoria stepped closer, her gold watch catching the light. "What kind of knowledge do you have and where have you practiced before? Where did you study?"
Without being told Megan knew Victoria was just looking down on her because of the way she looks but yet Megan kept her voice steady.
"I understand why you're worried, but I'm not here to exchange words with you or try to prove anyone wrong, but sometimes answers come from unexpected places."
Upon hearing what Megan just said, Victoria jaw tightened, without being told she could tell Megan was referring to her
"So you're indirectly admitting you have no medical degree?" Victoria lips curled into a sneer. " Nathaniel, how could you bring this... this stranger to our family?"
"Because nothing else has worked!" Nathaniel's hands balled into fists. " Do you have a better choice the best doctors in the city can't help. What do we have to lose if she also give it a try, what do we have to close?"
"Everything!" Victoria jabbed a finger at Raymond. "This nobody shows up with no credentials, no proof to show she's even a doctor, it even a nurse, she couldn't tell us where she had practice before. she's probably after our money. I won't let some fraud near my Grandfather let alone touch him."
At that moment Megan finally glanced at him, her gaze sharp and assessing. Then, with a faint smirk, She said, "You should be more worried about what you did recently and stop pretending as if all of well."
Upon hearing what Megan just said
Victoria's face twisted in confusion, she didn't understand what Megan meant by such words.
"What?"
"You're sick,"
She pointed at Megan, "in fact you're stupid very stupid for even try to talk to me in such manner, who the hell do you think you're"
Not allowing Victoria words to make her feel less Megan said simply, her was voice calm but unwavering.
"Years of excessive, drugs, and overindulgence have taken their toll on your body, now you took something just to remove something from your stomach, now you're bleeding internally, your organs are weak, and your blood circulation is poor. That's why you've been feeling sluggish lately. And let me guess... you've been having issues sleeping recently, the way you normally used to, now now you're almost at the point of collapsing if you don't take action quickly?"
Upon hearing what Megan just said Immediately the room went dead silent.
At that moment Victoria's face turned an unnatural shade of red as she stumbled back.
"You—what the hell are you talking about?! are you accusing me of something you damn witch"
At that moment Nathaniel's eyes widened in shock. The other family members exchanged stunned glances, while the doctors looked at Megan with newfound curiosity.
None of them have seen her before, but the manner she which she carries herself something else.
Megan then continued.
" attacking me won't change the truth. If you don't start taking care of yourself immediately, your condition will only get worse, soon I mean really soon, it might be tomorrow you won't be able to be standing on your feet soon."
Immediately Victoria clenched her fists, her face twisted with humiliation. That made her wanting to lash out, to call Megan a liar, but the truth of her words burned too deep, she was really telling the truth and she did an abortion recently.
No one had expected Megan expose something so private, so effortlessly to her.
However Megan was still standing frozen, his earlier arrogance now replaced with sheer humiliation. Her face, once flushed with indignation, had turned pale, beads of sweat forming at her forehead. He had spent weeks hiding his condition, convinced that no one knew, yet with just a single glance, this outsider had seen right through her.
Her lips parted as if to argue, but no words came. The realization hit her—Megan wasn't just throwing out guesses. Her diagnosis was precise, too accurate to be a lucky assumption, even Nathaniel, who had known her for years, had never suspected a thing.
Megan then swallowed hard, forcing himself to regain some composure.
"You..." his voice was weaker this time, lacking the earlier hostility so she decided to keep what she wanted to say to herself.
Again Victoria clenched her jaw, her fingers curling at her sides. She felt exposed, but more than that, she felt... hope.
If Megan had seen through her illness so easily, then maybe—just maybe—she could fix her grandfather too.
At that moment, Megan's eyes narrowed as she knelt beside Nathaniel's grandfather, only for her notice it was the same man that she saw after Damien had left.
the man she said he wasn't in danger.
However she was surprised to see him in the condition.
Then without without wasting anymore time her fingertips lightly touching the old man's clammy forehead. Her other hand hovered just above his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart—uneven, slow, fading.
However there was something off. Not just the color of his skin or the dampness on his brow.
A faint bitterness lingered in the air, something most would miss. But not Megan.
Immediately her expression changed, her voice calm but firm.
"He wasn't sick. He was poisoned."
A stunned silence fell over the room.
Nathaniel's family exchanged uneasy looks. One of them scoffed.
"Poisoned? Are you joking? We've had top specialists treating him day and night."
Megan stood, brushing her hands together.
"Like I said before, you're free to believe what you want. But every second you doubt me, he gets closer to dying."
Nathaniel's jaw tightened. He looked around the room, then at Megan, and made a decision.
"Everyone, back off. Let her do what she needs to do."
At the moment a hesitant nurse stepped forward.
"What do you need, Miss?"
"Boil two bowls of salted citrus water, bring me powdered charcoal, mint extract, and a cup of black coffee—now," Megan said, not missing a beat.
Hearing what she just said the room shifted from murmurs to motion. As the items arrived, Megan rolled up her sleeves. She dipped a strip of gauze into the charcoal and mint mixture, then gently pressed it under the old man's tongue. The bitterness of the mint would activate his taste receptors and force mild muscular contractions, while the charcoal would begin to absorb toxins.
Next, she drizzled drops of the citrus water into his mouth in timed intervals.
"This helps trigger the bile and sweat glands, forcing the toxins outward," she explained.
Lastly, she gently massaged his chest and shoulders in slow, calculated motions. Not random pressure points—but specific ones. Her knowledge wasn't from books— and impossible to replicate.
Nathaniel couldn't look away, Megan's movements were too precise, too natural. It was like watching an ancient healer at work. She didn't just understand the body—she listened to it.
Moments passed. The old man's breathing grew steadier. His lips regained color. His fingers twitched, and a faint groan left his throat.
The tension cracked. Some of the family members gasped, while others backed away in disbelief.
And just then, the door flung open.
A man in his late fifties stepped in, tall and dignified, his white coat fluttering as if it carried the weight of a thousand lives.
Immediately Everyone turned.
It was Dr. Alden, one of the city's most celebrated physician. His gaze swept the room like a blade, and it froze the moment it landed on Megan.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. His eyes dropped to the improvised treatment setup. "Mint? Charcoal? Coffee? Are we running a kitchen or herb here?"
His voice sharpened.
"Who gave her the right to touch the patient? This is reckless! Unqualified interference in a critical state—what kind of madness is this?"
But Megan didn't flinch. She stood tall, met his glare, and said softly—
"He's breathing again, Doctor. Want to take credit, or do you want to learn something new today?"