The doctor arrived swiftly and administered an injection to Grandpa Reed, stabilizing his condition. Slowly, he regained consciousness, though his breathing remained labored, and his face was pale with fatigue. With a weak voice, Grandpa Reed addressed Gavin, his tone a mixture of desperation and self-pity. “Gavin, are you really willing to throw away all the years of goodwill between our families for her sake?” Pausing to catch his breath, he added, “Miss Liza refuses to forgive Sophia, and I can’t force her to. If you no longer wish to collaborate with the Reed family, so be it. But…” He hesitated for a moment before continuing with a heavy sigh. “I’ve heard you have over a hundred stalks of Healing Herbs. My health is failing, and I’m gravely ill. If it weren’t a matter of life and death, I wouldn’t be asking this of you. Surely, you wouldn’t let an old man like me die, would you?” Liza’s lips curled into a faint, ironic smile as she observed the unfolding scene. So, after all the posturing and emotional appeals, they’d finally revealed their true intentions. The Reed family hadn’t come to apologize—they were here to get their hands on the Healing Herbs. Gavin sat composed, his expression unreadable. He had already heard rumors circulating about him possessing an abundance of the rare and precious herb. Healing Herbs was a near-miraculous medicine, impossible to acquire no matter how much money one had. Although he wasn’t entirely sure why people believed he had over a hundred stalks, the Reed family seemed determined to exploit the claim. Grandpa Reed leaned forward, a pleading look in his eyes. “Gavin, I understand how rare Healing Herbs is, but you have plenty—more than you could ever need. I only require a single stalk to save my life. Surely, for the sake of our history together, you can spare just one…” Liza’s smile grew colder. The audacity of the Reed family was truly remarkable. They had long relied on Gavin’s generosity to prop up their standing, yet here they were, demanding even more. How could they muster such shamelessness?Gavin’s gaze shifted to the frail figure before him, his eyes calm but unyielding. It was now clear why Liza had been so firm in her refusal to forgive Sophia after the herb-destroying incident. Those plants weren’t just any ordinary flora—they were Healing Herbs. Master Reed, sensing Gavin’s hesitation, decided to intervene. “Gavin,” he began, adopting a tone that was both condescending and pleading, “don’t forget your place. In terms of seniority, you ought to address Grandpa Reed as ‘Grandfather Reed .’ Even if this is the end of our families’ partnership, surely you can’t sit back and let him suffer like this. Think of your own grandfather—wouldn’t he have wanted you to help?” The man’s voice grew more insistent as he continued, “It’s just one stalk out of a hundred! Are you really going to deny him that because of Miss Liza ? People will talk if you refuse. They’ll call you heartless for letting an elder endure his illness without offering help, especially when you could have easily saved him. Even for the sake of your own reputation, you should give us what we’re asking for.”How could anyone be so shameless? The Reed family had barged in, brazenly trying to take advantage of Gavin, yet they had the audacity to frame it as if they were doing him a favor. Breaking the tense silence, Gavin’s voice rang out, calm and indifferent. “I don’t have it.” Master Meng’s face darkened instantly. His voice grew sharper as he retorted, “Gavin, you’re really not even going to spare one stalk? You’re wealthy, powerful, and have everything you could ever need. Why not treat this as an act of charity? The old master’s life is hanging by a thread—surely, you can’t just ignore that?” Before Gavin could respond, Liza stepped in, her voice steady yet laced with cold amusement. “Master Reed, Gavin has already made it clear—he doesn’t have any Healing Herbs. Whether he truly has it or not isn’t the point. Even if he did, what obligation does he have to give it to you? Gavin and Grandpa Reed aren’t related in any way. Why should he be responsible for saving him?”Master Reed expression turned livid, his fists clenching in frustration. He didn’t believe it. This was Liza’s doing—it had to be. She must have influenced Gavin to refuse. Deep down, he was convinced Gavin simply didn’t want to hand over the Healing Herbs. After all, hadn’t Grandpa Reed once saved Gavin’s grandfather? Wasn’t that reason enough to help? Gavin’s patience wore thin. His tone turned icy as he commanded, “Butler.” The butler stepped forward, his demeanor polite yet firm. “Master Reed, I’m not sure where these rumors originated, but I can assure you that the president doesn’t possess any Healing Herbs. There’s no need to keep pressing the issue. And even if he did have it, you have no right to demand it from him. “Now, I suggest you leave immediately. Staying any longer will only result in further embarrassment for the Reed family.” Grandpa Reed’s face flushed with fury, his entire body trembling in anger. His hands shook, and his eyes burned with resentment.Sophia, unable to contain her rage, glared at Liza with a venomous expression. Her voice dripped with malice as she hissed, “Liza! This isn’t over! You’ll regret this—I’ll make sure of it!” Master Reed, trying to regain some composure, shot one last warning at Gavin. “Think this through, Gavin. If this escalates, it won’t end well for you. People will say you’re heartless, that you’ve turned your back on those who once helped your family. Is that what you want?” Turning his attention to Liza, he added harshly, “And you, Miss Liza —don’t be so willful. If anything happens to my father, the blame will fall squarely on you!” With that, the Reed family reluctantly supported Grandpa Reed as they stormed out in anger. Liza watched them leave, her face filled with disdain. The sheer arrogance of the Reed family was astounding. They spoke as though they held power over Gavin, as if they could intimidate him into giving them whatever they wanted. But the truth was, Gavin couldn’t hand over Healing Herbs, even if he wanted to. Sophia had destroyed every last stalk of it herself. Grandpa Reed’s illness wasn’t anyone else’s fault—it was the natural result of a lifetime of misdeeds catching up to him. Yet somehow, they twisted the narrative to make it seem like she and Gavin were responsible. The absurdity of their logic was laughable. The Reed family truly believed the world revolved around them, that everyone owed them something. But in the end, their arrogance and entitlement would only lead to their downfall.