Sheril majored in traditional medicine and pharmacology in college. Sheena had been carefully training and grooming her all this time so that she could take over Harmonia Pharmacy in the future.

Thus, she knew her way around medicines somewhat.

She picked up the dark-colored pill and sniffed it carefully. A fresh and invigorating aura assailed her senses, instantly clearing and revitalizing the mind.

It felt as comfortable as taking a deep breath in the mountains.

Sheril’s pretty little face turned serious and she stared at the pill, studying it intently.

A look of hesitation appeared on Melissa’s mild and gentle countenance. “What’s the matter?”

Sheril shook her head. Then, she asked hesitantly, “Can I have this, Grandma? I’d like to take it back with me so that I can study it and verify something!”

Mrs. Anderson nodded. “Sure. Take one with you.”

As if she had just found a treasure, Sheril carefully put the pill into a bag, went downstairs, and made a beeline for the laboratory.

Seeing her leave in a panic, Sheena and Simon, who were discussing countermeasures in the living room, were taken aback.

Sheena frowned. “I’ll go upstairs and have a look.”

While Nora was driving home, her cell phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number. The moment she picked up, an angry voice from the other end of the call reached her. “Nora, where’s the money? Didn’t you already transfer it into my bank account? Why did they say that there isn’t any money in the account at all when I went to the bank to transfer the funds today?! You no-good daughter! Now that you’re clinging to the Andersons, are we too poor for your tastes? Are you thinking of ditching us so that you can enjoy life over there? Dream on!”

The smile at Nora’s lips was wild and arrogant. “Dad, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What? I’m warning you, stop dilly-dallying and transfer the money over now…”

Nora looked straight ahead of her with her fingers resting gently on the steering wheel. She had long since stopped feeling sad because of people like him. She asked calmly, “Was my mom blind when she married you?”

“?”

Before he could recover, Nora had already hung up.

him all these years was that she was afraid that he would mistreat her son. Now, she finally managed to let out her

call, but before the other party could speak, she said sarcastically, “Why are you calling me again? Are you dying? Are you trying to ask

“…”

scoffed coldly. She was about to hang up when Justin’s low, deep voice rang out. He asked, “Miss Smith, are you intending to

the hospital, the corners of Justin’s

from one’s children, only their spouse would

Even her confession involved

Nora, “???”

she realized that she had hurled insults at the wrong person. The string of unfamiliar numbers was Justin’s phone

in the car through the speaker. He said, “I recall you mentioning that you wanted me to locate someone

thought suddenly occurred to her—if Justin owed her a huge favor, then did that mean she could use

tone and added, “It’s an

Justin stiffened slightly. “…”

the wall along a hallway in the hospital, feeling good all over. It seemed like this was

surprisingly didn’t quite know how to

your family—especially your son—falls sick, Mr. Hunt. I have a daughter myself, so I’m very familiar with children’s illnesses. Moreover, I always feel a sense of kinship toward your son whenever I see him,

bringing up how he had a son and she had a daughter, was she trying to tell him that the two of them were a good match? That both of them were

corners of his deep-set eyes turned upward again. The small brown beauty mark at

on ceremony with me. From now on, your son is also my son. I will dote on him like

“…”

those shocking

out that it was Mr. Myers who cured Grandma. Would

to Tina that she recovered. However, when he thought of how she seemed to dislike trouble, how she kept her identity a secret, and how she didn’t wish for her identity to be

her say,

“You’re welcome.”

the woman’s wild and arrogant—yet always sleepy—visage surfaced in Justin’s mind

this point, he heard a voice coming

assistant, Sean Jenkins, standing there respectfully. He had a pair of glasses on. Unlike the talkative and naggy Lawrence, he was relatively low-key and reticent, and always went straight to the point when he

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