Maria's jaw dropped.
Over a hundred years.
That wasn't just progress. That was a leap. A transformation. A complete reshaping of everything doctors thought they knew.
She wanted to laugh, to dismiss it as some massive joke.
But looking at Diana's face—at the genuine admiration and excitement shining in her eyes—she knew her friend was telling the absolute truth.
It already would've been quite shocking if some random person has accomplished the same.
But it wasn't anyone else but Cassius.
The same boy who had actually confessed to her, who had told her he loved her, who she had gently rejected.
She already thought he was brilliant. Charming. Intelligent. Respectful.
She had already formed a high opinion of him, a high evaluation that wasn't easy for her to give.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
This was a level she couldn't even touch. A realm she couldn't even imagine.
