How Death Became My Rebirth

Chapter 464

Kenneth cracked a faint smile, totally smitten with how wickedly clever his sweetheart could be.

Ignoring Omar's refusal, Cassandra marched right to her own room.

Omar was speechless.

Lost count of how many times he had questioned his life choices, wondering just what on earth he had taken under his wing.

Disrespectful, always aiming to rile him up, and now, even coveted his precious medicinal herbs.

In the room, Kenneth gently stroked Cassandra’s hair and said, “Never thought you'd be this cunning, with a bit of a childish streak too, huh?”

Cassandra tilted her head, looking at Kenneth, unable to resist saying, “That's a bad thing?”

She mused about Kenneth’s words, ‘Omar likes me being unbridled, doesn’t he?

‘Otherwise, | wouldn't act this way the moment I’m back to this place.

‘No matter what happens, this place always gives me the right to be myself, relaxed, worried about nothing.’

“No. It's a pretty good one. Every side of you is wonderful. Your happiness is the top priority,” he said. He was speaking from the heart. To him, he didn’t care what kind of person Cassandra was. What he truly cared about was.

her happiness.

“Well, | feel relaxed coming back here because life was quite easy here. This place is not far from Rootland Village. | used to study here, and came back to take care of Grandma after finishing my studies. She was living a much. easier life back then. Tired but sweet old days. | even dreamt about saving her, but...”

The conversation turned somewhat melancholic, even a bit stifling. This place was both a source of happiness and gloom for her.

Kenneth pulled her into his arms, heartbroken. Cassandra sniffed, “It’s okay. All that’s in the past now. | haven’t dwelled on it much, just happened to think about it.”

Poking Kenneth slightly, Cassandra pointed at a cabinet in the corner, “That’s where Omar kept the toys he prepared for me. They should still be there after all these years.”

Though saying this, she mused, ‘They were there a few years ago, at least. Whether they still were, was another question.’ Curious, Kenneth opened the cabinet, finding a bunch of quaint and quirky stuff, “They’re all still here.”

He carefully took the toys out, one by one.

Cassandra felt a warm familiarity. “Omar made these for me when | was ten years old. Can't believe they’re still here.”

Bamboo dragonflies, panda dolls, and other trinkets.

Kenneth could tell that Omar truly doted on her as if she were his own granddaughter.

“Cute things,” Kenneth commented, handling them with care.

The bamboo dragonfly, well-preserved but clearly aged, could crumble if not handled delicately.

“This was his biggest charm, attracting me to learn traditional medicine with him.” Those petit stuffs, reminding her of the old days, amused her, ‘If | was not the poor little girl without any toy, would I be tricked into becoming a traditional medicine practitioner?*

Kenneth couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘My dear, studying traditional medicine just because of toys?

‘If 'm not wrong, the true reason you studied traditional medicine, which requires tons of patience and time, was your grandma's wish. Otherwise, how could it distract you from making money for a living?*

“Actually, there’s another important reason. Omar once paid me 1 million dollars to study it with him. With that money, | could save Grandma. So without a second thought, | agreed.”

It was the quickest way to get such an amount of money. Even if it meant dealing with strangers or traffickers, she had no better choice. Her words confirmed Kenneth’s suspicion. ‘I just knew it. She did all this for her grandma.

“You've done a very good job. If it weren’t for Omar teaching you, there would be no Dr. Quirke, and you wouldn't have been able to change so many people’s lives.” Kenneth hated it when she belittled herself as a gold—digger.

There was no more convincing example than the miracle that happened to Kayden, who was sentenced to death with only one more week to live. But she managed to bring him back to life within a month. Kayden regained consciousness and could even stand up.

To Kenneth, Cassandra was basically working magic.

He was incredibly grateful, having only Kayden and John who were like his brothers in arms. Losing one would have been devastating.

And there was Leanna. Though that woman had a heart as cold as ice, the fact that she had woken up and been cured of her poison was a testament to Cassandra’s extraordinary skills. Despite Leanna’s slumber, Harper was

now in good health, clear proof of Cassandra’s capabilities.

“Maybe you're right. But don’t you think the fees are too high?” Cassandra laughed, posing the question. Reflecting on it now, she herself found the prices astonishingly high.

“Not really. Though your rates are steep, you adjust them based on the situation to save those who have a strong will to live. For those who truly want to live, who have no lawsuits or resignations to fate, haven't you offered free treatment since they couldn’t afford the fees? It used to be once a year, now it’s every three months. You’ve done a very good job and you can’t save everyone. Please go easy on yourself,” answered Kenneth in earnest.

Dr. Quirke treating patients in person, with only 100 slots available each time, was already beyond her capacity.

She had already invested a lot in charity, with new drugs R&D being bottomless pits of expenditure. All those expenditure was shouldered by her.

If she treated everyone for free, the title of Dr. Quirke would lose its meaning.

Cassandra felt understood by Kenneth.

Just when she thought of stealing a kiss from Kenneth, Omar entered, looking utterly disgusted. “You two, get out here!”

Cassandra rolled her eyes at Omar. “What's up?”

“Oh, dinner is ready.” Despite his words of disdain, his actions spoke differently-he had gone ahead and prepared the meal himself.

“Coming!” Cassandra responded cheerfully.

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her.

But Omar couldn't read the girl in front of him anymore. She seemed to be confident about gaining something and indifferent to anything at the same time.

He thought, ‘Has it been so long that | can’t predict her actions anymore? ‘What's her next move? What does she really want?*

Omar's voice was tentative, “Kenneth, | know you're a quite busy co m

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Omar deemed Casandra a bomb waiting to explode, with a purpose that could strip his herbal collection bare.

“We'll be back tomorrow. If you're unwilling to give me anything, that’s fine. Am | not allo (© rest Ft 4! nightafterBelng: so tired?” Cassandra didn't insist, as herbs weren't part of her plan. “I'm just really sleepy and want to sleep.” The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

3/4 Chapter 464 Omar was speechless.

He told himself, ‘She must have changed her tactics.’