"Theresa, I'm truly so grateful to you! I thought this scar on my neck would stay with me for the rest of my life, but I never expected you to heal it. My throat even feels more comfortable now. Thank you!"
Ms. Nightingale tearfully hugged Theresa and spoke in a low voice. She was crying tears of joy. After all, as a girl, that near-death experience in a foreign land had truly made her feel death's shadow.
Whenever she was alone, the moment she saw the scar on her neck and touched its rough surface, she would unconsciously recall that terrifying ordeal. She was often jolted awake by nightmares as well.
Now that Theresa had healed the scar on her neck, she no longer had to hide her flaw away!
"Don't be afraid. I also left some Power of Abundance in your body. From now on, any injuries you suffer can be healed by consuming the Power of Abundance within you. Still, it's better to get hurt as little as possible."
"After all, if you had much more Power of Abundance, you'd develop traits similar to a Xianzhou person."
Theresa gently reassured Ms. Nightingale. By now, everyone greatly admired Theresa's knack for stirring things up. Perhaps only Theresa could flirt with Sunday's sister and still earn his thanks.
If anyone else so much as offended Ms. Nightingale, Sunday, that sister-protecting fanatic, would probably lose his temper for real.
"Thank you for helping me, Theresa. I thought you were interested in me. I misunderstood you. Thank you so much."
Ms. Nightingale's favorability toward Theresa shot straight up. Since they were both girls, she did not think too much about it and simply assumed Theresa wanted to help her.
"By the way, Old Day, where's Aventurine, who left with you earlier? He