Medical Center.

Emergency Room.

Two beautiful young women walked in, supporting each other.

"Jill, what happened to you?"

Adam quickly stepped forward, reaching out to help one of the girls with concern.

"So, you're Adam! You really are as handsome as Jill described."

The other girl's eyes lit up as she extended her hand. "I'm Louise, Jill's best friend."

"Nice to meet you."

Adam shook her hand, ignoring the subtle way she scratched his palm with her pinky. Instead, he frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"We were in a car accident," Louise said with a smile.

"Oh my God! Adam, you have to save me!"

Jill finally snapped out of her daze and clung to Adam's arm. "I crashed my dad's new car! He loves that car more than anything—he's going to kill me!"

"That's it?"

Adam guided her into a hospital room and began examining her injuries while speaking casually. "It's just a car. Leonard won't mind—you're his favorite daughter."

"Oh, come on!"

Jill rolled her eyes, giving him a don't try to fool me look. "Rachel is clearly his favorite! 'Look at Rachel, learn from Rachel'—that's his favorite thing to say!"

Adam simply chuckled.

"You're making fun of me."

Jill pouted. "No way, you have to help me!"

"Well, the good news is you're fine. You just need a few stitches."

After checking her over and finding no serious injuries, Adam breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't care about my injuries!"

Jill cried, "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Are you sure you don't care?"

Adam teased, "If I don't stitch this up properly, it'll leave a scar."

"Ahhh!"

Jill shrieked. "No way! I still need to wear bikinis—I cannot have a scar!"

"Relax."

Adam chuckled. "My stitching skills are excellent. You won't even notice a mark. But if you're worried, I can call in a plastic surgeon."

"You do it."

Jill hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and agreeing.

She wasn't stupid—especially when it came to her looks.

Doctors were usually more skilled with experience, but in her household, aside from hearing 'look at Rachel, learn from Rachel,' she'd also often heard her father say 'Adam is amazing.'

As the spoiled youngest daughter, Jill admired her father immensely. Since everything she had came from him, she naturally trusted his judgment.

So even though Adam was young and still just an intern, she instinctively believed in him.

"Alright."

Adam wasted no time. He quickly prepped his tools and got to work.

When the nurses praised his stitching skills, they weren't exaggerating. It was a fact.

After all, he had spent four years in college hunting and dissecting animals with Juno and the others, practicing suturing nearly every week. During medical school, his hands-on experience only increased.

When it came to this, he was supremely confident.

As the saying goes: It's not talent—just practice.

"Wow! You're really good at this!"

Louise gasped, half in awe and half in admiration.

Her tone carried a different kind of meaning.

Adam just smiled and ignored her.

These little flirtations were far too obvious—she really thought she had a chance?

"All done."

Adam finished the stitches quickly and efficiently.

"My dad was right—you are amazing."

Jill examined her stitches in admiration.

As the daughter of a renowned doctor, she had seen enough sutures before to recognize quality work. Compared to what she'd seen, Adam's skills were clearly superior.

"Adam, you still haven't said if you'll help me!"

With her injury taken care of, Jill's worries resurfaced, and she pressed him again.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Adam sighed.

"I heard you're a billionaire—why don't you just buy Jill the exact same car? That way, Uncle Leonard won't even notice."

Louise suggested with a grin.

"Yes, yes!"

Jill's eyes sparkled as she clung to Adam's arm, shaking it playfully. "Adam, please help me!"

Adam glanced at Louise, whose eyes were practically glowing with anticipation, and said calmly, "Buying a new car isn't a big deal…"

"So you'll do it?!"

Jill beamed.

Louise also looked at him with admiration.

This kind of effortless confidence—agreeing to buy a car without even asking the price—was incredibly attractive.

A flood of thoughts raced through her mind, all revolving around how to secure a connection with this wealthy young man. She even stole glances at her best friend Jill…

"Of course… not!"

Adam smirked. "Buying a car isn't a big deal, but solving your problem this way isn't right. Today, you were lucky—just a few scratches. But next time, you might not be. If I buy you a new car to cover it up, I wouldn't be helping you—I'd be harming you."

"I swear I won't speed anymore!"

Jill immediately raised her hand, making the gesture so smoothly it was clear she had done this many times before.

"Really?"

Adam gave her a knowing look. "How about this? Let's make a deal. If you go an entire year without getting scolded by Leonard, I'll buy you a car for your next birthday—one that I guarantee you'll love. Deal?"

"An entire year…?"

Jill was both excited and dismayed.

Excited because Adam was willing to buy her a car of her choice as a birthday gift—an extremely tempting offer.

Her dad did love her, but ever since she'd grown up—and especially since her older sister Rachel 'took the wrong path by getting a job instead of relying on family wealth'—Leonard had been much stricter with her.

In the past, she wouldn't have hesitated to buy a yacht for Louise, but now, even wrecking one of her dad's cars made her worry he'd cancel her credit card.

Dismayed because one whole year was way too long—she wasn't sure she could last even three months.

Without Rachel, maybe she would have stood a chance. But the more successful Rachel became, the more their dad scolded her.

Damn Rachel!

How could relying on Dad be considered mooching?

In her heart, their father was forever forty years old!

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Adam shrugged.

Louise nudged Jill, and Jill caught on immediately. "No, no! I agree!"

Whether she could do it or not was a problem for the future.

Who knew? Maybe Rachel would mess up and disappoint their dad. Then, he'd finally realize she was the truly caring daughter and go back to spoiling her!

Anything was possible.

Gotta stay optimistic.

"Jill Shantha Green!!!"

A furious voice roared from the entrance.

Jill's face turned pale as she turned toward the doorway, where Leonard stood, fuming.

She swallowed nervously. "Dad…?"