Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 41: A Medical Miracle

The sound was exactly like the howl of a wolf!

It sent a primal shiver down everyone’s spine.

Ginnie looked up to see the massive wolfhound suddenly erupt in a frenzy, charging toward her with its jaws wide open. Those sharp, glistening fangs were so close she felt as if they could snap her bones in a single bite.

Ginnie’s physical survival instinct overrode her brain's logic.

The very second the dog lunged, she vaulted out of the wheelchair.

She scrambled away, rolling and crawling before springing to her feet and sprinting for dear life across the hall. The wolfhound stayed right on her heels, snapping at the air as if it were about to sink its teeth in at any moment.

"Help!"

"Help me! Where are the bodyguards!"

Ginnie’s cries for help were now entirely genuine and filled with terror.

But the crowd watched as a girl who supposedly had a broken right leg in a heavy cast began to sprint across the vast ballroom with the speed of an Olympic athlete. She was running faster than most able-bodied people, leaving the onlookers completely dumbfounded.

Jacob was doubled over, laughing and clapping his hands. "Well, bless my soul! It’s a medical miracle!"

"Miss Ginnie, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound for the rest of her life, has been cured instantly by Star!"

"Star, come back."

Nancy had seen enough of Ginnie’s true colors and gave the dog a sharp whistle.

"You’ve successfully cured Miss Ginnie of her 'paralysis.'"

Star immediately ceased the chase and trotted back to Nancy’s side, sitting obediently. When the dog saw Barry’s freezing glare and resentful expression, it sheepishly shuffled back to its master, nuzzling his leg to curry favor.

Barry, however, wasn't having it.

"Pathetic," he muttered. "You’re so desperate to be her lapdog, it's embarrassing."

"I’m clearly not your master anymore. Go find your real one."

Star gave two short barks, bowed his head pitifully, and—to everyone’s shock—actually walked back over to Nancy.

Barry: "..."

With the beast no longer in pursuit, Ginnie collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and trembling from exhaustion. It was only when she saw the expressions of horror and judgment on the guests' faces that she realized exactly what she had done.

Panic and humiliation flooded her face. "No..."

Nancy glanced at Chandler. "Mr. Summers, aren't you going to present our Star with a trophy for his miraculous healing powers?"

Chandler stared at Ginnie on the floor, his face a mask of shock. "Your leg..."

"I told you from the start that I didn't push Ginnie down the stairs," Nancy said, walking toward her step by step.

"But no one believed me."

"You threw nothing but filth at my name."

Jacob handed Nancy a small medical hammer. Nancy took it and crouched down in front of Ginnie. With a practiced, precise movement, she struck the cast on Ginnie’s right leg. It cracked instantly.

Nancy peeled away the shattered plaster.

Ginnie’s pale, flawless calf was revealed. She instinctively tried to pull her leg back under her skirt, but Nancy gripped her ankle firmly.

"Your calf muscles are firm and toned. There’s not a trace of atrophy."

"A patient with a real fracture would show visible thinning after two weeks of immobilization."

Nancy pressed down hard on the leg.

"Furthermore, if this were actually broken, my pressure just now would have made you break out in a cold sweat from the pain. Yet, you didn't even flinch."

The ballroom exploded into chaos. The quiet whispers turned into a roar of shocked condemnation.

"Good heavens! Ginnie’s leg was never broken?"

"She played the part so well—the wheelchair, the cast... she really committed to the act, didn't she?"

"I knew it. Nancy was always a top student. Why would she do something so stupid?"

"The true heiress used these kinds of methods to frame someone? Did she grow up completely crooked?"

Jacob let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"Some people here were so quick to jump on the bandwagon. Does your face sting yet?"

The wealthy socialites who had been the loudest in calling Nancy a "wicked brat" turned pale, their fingers white as they gripped their champagne flutes.

"I... I didn't say anything..."

"Well, you can't blame us. She made it look so real..."

Chandler looked at Ginnie in disbelief. "Ginnie, why would you do this?"

Ginnie’s face was ghostly white. In her desperation, she forced herself to regain some composure, her eyes welling with tears as she began to sob. "Dad, I’m sorry..."

Her voice trembled as she explained, "That day... I discovered there was a problem with the Claw Shield vaccine Nancy was developing. I was so frantic to find the source of the error that I stayed up all night analyzing reports. I was completely exhausted..."

"As I was heading downstairs, everything went black and I fell. Before I lost consciousness... I thought I saw Nancy's silhouette."

She shrank back, her voice becoming a whisper. "I... I just assumed she was the one who pushed me..."

When Ginnie mentioned the vaccine, the rage on Chandler’s face softened slightly. After all, she was the one who had saved the company from a potential disaster.

Nancy’s brow furrowed. What could possibly be wrong with her Claw Shield vaccine?

She had to get to the bottom of this. She wouldn't let Ginnie destroy four years of her life's work.