Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 611 "I'm so glad God led you to my husband, Mr. Grimwald!" Emin's wife, Susan, exclaimed. She cried openly with joy. She lowered her gaze to her frail body and let out a quiet sigh. "| know your future is bright now, darling. He's the one who will lead you there," she said softly. "You're still young. Once I'm gone, you must find another woman for yourself. Someone who appreciates you. Someone who sees you the way | do." Emin wrapped his arms around her. "No. Don't say things like that. You should focus on getting well.

Now that | have an employer like him, | can earn enough to pay for your treatment. You will recover." He tightened his grip. "I told you before, didn't I? You're the only woman | could ever want as my wife, Susie." Tears streamed down Emin's face as well. They clung to each other, both of them sobbing. God, this was getting far too emotional. "Candor and, uh, Susie," | said, clearing my throat. "You don't have to be so pessimistic. | have a good friend who's a medical genius. I'm sure she can find a cure." ---- I called Metis right away. | had asked for her help twice in a row lately.

| really should treat her to a proper meal. "T-Thank you, Mr. Grimwald!" the Candors cried in tearful unison. They would have kissed my ring and sworn fealty if they had been able. Metis' excitement came through the line immediately. "Hello? Sebastian? Are you coming home soon? Is that why you're calling me? We're dining at my clinic. | already prepared everything." I gave a dry cough. "Uh... not exactly. I need your help again." "Again? Damn it, when will your trouble ever end?" she grumbled, slipping in a mild curse for the first time. "Fine. Out with it.

What is it this time?" I let out an awkward chuckle. 'I'm really sorry to keep bothering you, Queen. | promise I'll repay you generously when I get back. I'll do anything you ask." | explained the situation, and the Candors added more details. Susan suffered from a rare form of muscle atrophy. It was considered incurable. Current treatments could only slow the degeneration with medication or strengthen the nervous system ---- through an extremely expensive operation. Even then, the risk of relapse remained high.

"This is something | haven't encountered before," Metis said, her tone turning serious. "Let me see her. | want to ask her a few questions as well." | switched to a video call. When Metis saw Susan's condition, she frowned with concern and began asking detailed questions about her health. The exchange lasted nearly half an hour. Neither Emin nor | managed to get a word in At last, Metis sighed. "All right. | do know of a cure. It's an ancient formula that requires extremely rare and costly ingredients." "That won't be a problem," | said without hesitation.

"I don't care how much money or resources it takes. Call my people at the company and have them acquire everything you need."