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    The banquet hall fell into a hush as anticipation buzzed in the air. An elderly man, dressed sharply in an immacte white coat, entered with a confident stride. His white hair gleamed under the lights, matching the crispness of his attire. Bodyguards kept close to his sides. Age had carved its mark on him, yet he seemed untouched by frailty. Instead, he moved with a vigor that turned heads and prompted whispers. People called him “miracle doctor” for a reason.


    Without missing a beat, Murray darted forward, his face lit with excitement. “You made it atst, Dr. Atkinson! The trip must have been exhausting!” he eximed, reaching out enthusiastically.


    Trinity gathered her gown and hurried over, barely containing her delight. “Dr. Atkinson, I’ve been counting the minutes waiting for you,” she remarked with a voice as sweet as honey.


    A gentleugh escaped from “Milena,” the imposter Elliana had been waiting to see. “Look at you, Trinity, you seem even lovelier than thest time we met.”


    Trinity’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she lowered her gaze. “You tter me far too much.”


    None among the guests had ever met the genuine Dr. Atkinson before, but the enthusiastic greetings from Murray and Trinity quickly convinced everyone.


    In an instant, the entire hall seemed toe alive. People surged forward, eager to im even a second of the attention of “Milena.” Voices ovepped as guests called out. “Dr. Atkinson, meeting you is truly a privilege!”


    “Everyone here has heard about your aplishments!”


    “Your arrival is a great honor for the medical world in Ublento!”


    As the crowd pressed closer, everyone seemed desperate to speak with “Milena.” Even Ruben made his way forward, determined not to miss his chance. For families with loved ones who were sick, men like Milena held almost mythical status. Ruben, thinking of Cole, was ready to set his pride aside for just a moment.


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    On the other hand, Cole remained rooted in ce. His attention never strayed from Elliana. Across the room, she stood perfectly still, her gaze cool as she watched the swarm of admirers gather around the imposter.


    Lance and Jeff, for their part, hung back as well. Though the excitement tempted them, both chose instead to watch Elliana, quietly echoing her refusal to join themotion.


    Jeff cleared his throat and spoke atst. “Elliana, is there a reason you’re not heading over to see Dr. Atkinson?”


    Curiosity burned in Lance’s eyes as he studied Elliana, quietly waiting for her answer.


    Elliana pinched her fingers together as if plucking a secret out of thin air. “My gut tells me this Dr. Atkinson is a fake,” she said, her tone light and teasing.


    “What?” Jeff stared in disbelief. “Are you sure?”


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