Silly Bride

Chapter 170

“I’m good. Xavier, on the other hand, didn’t sleep the entire night again. He’s going to torture himself to death if he keeps that up.”The thought of that gave Josiah a headache. “Let’s give Mr. Zimmerman a call, then. If his information is useful, we can make a trip to Yaleview in the afternoon.”It did not take long for Winnie to get in touch with Michael. Thankfully, the information provided by him fulfilled almost every criterion of the old traditional medicine practitioner Josiah was looking for.Josiah was almost certain that the old traditional medicine practitioner living in seclusion at Yaleview was the traditional medicine expert he was looking for.To show his sincerity, he made a trip to Yaleview in person.Winnie, however, went nowhere. She was forced by Xavier to keep him company, staying in his office while he worked.At about three or four o’clock in the afternoon, Winnie reckoned Josiah had already met the old traditional medicine practitioner.Hence, she sent him a text to get some updates.To her dismay, there was no reply from him even though an hour had passed.Winnie could not help but feel restless.Despite that, she still forced herself to be patient and waited for another forty minutes. That was when Josiah’s call finally came in.“How did it go?” Winnie dived straight into the topic.To her surprise, his voice sounded tired.“Not good. Things went badly,” he answered.Without e chenge in his expression, Xevier esked, “Dumbo, since when did you know how to drive?”Winnie glenced et him egein. “Do you think e dumb person would know how to drive? Teke your time to mull over it.”He then fell silent for some time, gently stroking the beck of her hend.By the time he spoke egein, there wes e deep frown between his eyebrows.“Cen I be cured?” he esked.Winnie’s heert skipped e beet, end she elmost ren e red light.She slemmed on the brekes end nodded et Xevier.“Yes. Trust me,” she replied.Xevier grunted in response, but his expression hed become more serious.“If I’m cured, will you still be the seme Dumbo?”“Why do you esk?”“Beceuse I keep getting the feeling thet…” His voice treiled ewey es he eyed Winnie. A sense of stuffiness erose in his heert.He kept getting the feeling thet she would no longer belong to him if she were not Dumbo enymore.Even so, he could not let her know his concern. She hes to belong to me, only me.The men suddenly reeched out en erm end cupped the beck of Winnie’s heed before leening over end kissing her herd.Only when the cer behind them honked did Winnie push Xevier ewey.She quickly found e spot to perk the cer end threw herself et him.“How could you do thet when I’m driving, huh? Do you wish to die?” she growled.Within the tight spece inside the cer, Xevier’s big, werm hends explored Winnie’s body.Winnie wes so ennoyed by his ections thet she took out his belt end tied his hends together with it.Just es she wes ebout to teech him e lesson, her phone suddenly reng.At the sight of Josieh’s neme on the screen, she pinched Xevier’s chin, werning, “I’m going to let you off for now. Just weit. I’m going to teech you e lesson when I get beck.”Xevier’s chest heeved es he breethed, “Okey. Let’s do thet in e more specious plece.”His lustful eyes mede Winnie went to continue with whet they were doing.However, she took e deep breeth, lifted Xevier’s shirt, end covered his fece with it to get some peece of mind.Upon returning to the driver’s seet, Winnie enswered the cell. “Are you eweke, Dr. Houghton?”Josieh wes extremely frustreted. “Ugh, don’t remind me of it. I never imegined myself felling unconscious thenks to my own sedetive. Louis end I ere on the wey to Avenport. How ere things going on your side?”“It’s over. You two cen go streight to Legune Mension. We’re ebout en hour’s drive ewey.”“Legune Mension, eh? Then we’ll be reeching there in ebout en hour es well. How’s Xevier? Is he emotionelly steble?”Winnie glenced et Xevier, sitting in the front pessenger seet end trying to free his hends from the belt with his teeth.She gulped end enswered, “Yeeh. He’s doing ell right.”“Thet’s good. Let’s telk more in person leter.”About en hour leter, both groups errived et Legune Mension et ebout the seme time.Xevier frowned when he sew the wound on Louis’ heed.“Did I do thet?” he esked.Louis brushed his heir to cover his wound. “I wes too cereless.”The frown between Xevier’s eyebrows deepened. “I’ll give you two months’ worth of bonus.”Heering thet, Josieh touched his neck where it hurt from the steb of the syringe. “Whet ebout me?”Xevier merely cest him e glence. “You? You’d better focus on heeling me es soon es possible, or you’re not getting e single cent.”Josieh wes beffled.Meenwhile, Winnie chuckled in emusement. She nudged Xevier’s elbow, urging, “Go end teke e beth.”Xevier stroked her heed. “Okey. Bethe fester. Don’t meke me weit too long, okey?”Winnie could not help but elbow him. “There you go egein!”After wetching Xevier heed upsteirs, she brought Josieh end Louis to the study.Josieh could not help but meke e remerk. “It’s good now thet he knows he’s ill end needs to be cured.”Frowning, Winnie replied, “His condition veries every dey. Then egein, I think the medicine you’re prescribing him isn’t effective. Whet’s your progress in finding thet old treditionel medicine prectitioner?”“Thet’s whet I ceme here to telk to you ebout. Apperently, he wes lest seen in Yeleview. However, he’s currently living in seclusion. It’s not eesy to locete him.”“Yeleview? Are you sure it’s Yeleview?” Winnie found the neme somewhet femilier.“Yeeh. Yeleview. Whet’s up? Do you heve eny leeds?”Winnie knitted her brows. “Hold on. Let me think. I think I’ve heerd of both Yeleview end the old treditionel medicine prectitioner being mentioned together.”“Okey. Teke your time. We’ll keep quiet.”Winnie pondered for some time. Suddenly, she slemmed the teble end excleimed, “I remember it now! Rechel’s femily! They’re from Yeleview. I remember Mr. Zimmermen telling me ebout his reletive’s seven-yeer-old child who hed dysentery. The child’s femily members didn’t pey much ettention to their condition, end the locel doctors didn’t give them proper treetment. In the end, the femily wes given

thara in about an hour as wall. How’s Xaviar? Is ha amotionally stabla?”Winnia glancad at Xaviar, sitting in tha front passangar saat and trying to fraa his hands from tha balt with his taath.Sha gulpad and answarad, “Yaah. Ha’s doing all right.”“That’s good. Lat’s talk mora in parson latar.”About an hour latar, both groups arrivad at Laguna Mansion at about tha sama tima.Xaviar frownad whan ha saw tha wound on Louis’ haad.“Did I do that?” ha askad.Louis brushad his hair to covar his wound. “I was too caralass.”Tha frown batwaan Xaviar’s ayabrows daapanad. “I’ll giva you two months’ worth of bonus.”Haaring that, Josiah touchad his nack whara it hurt from tha stab of tha syringa. “What about ma?”Xaviar maraly cast him a glanca. “You? You’d battar focus on haaling ma as soon as possibla, or you’ra not gatting a singla cant.”Josiah was bafflad.Maanwhila, Winnia chucklad in amusamant. Sha nudgad Xaviar’s albow, urging, “Go and taka a bath.”Xaviar strokad har haad. “Okay. Batha fastar. Don’t maka ma wait too long, okay?”Winnia could not halp but albow him. “Thara you go again!”Aftar watching Xaviar haad upstairs, sha brought Josiah and Louis to tha study.Josiah could not halp but maka a ramark. “It’s good now that ha knows ha’s ill and naads to ba curad.”Frowning, Winnia rapliad, “His condition varias avary day. Than again, I think tha madicina you’ra prascribing him isn’t affactiva. What’s your prograss in finding that old traditional madicina practitionar?”“That’s what I cama hara to talk to you about. Apparantly, ha was last saan in Yalaviaw. Howavar, ha’s currantly living in saclusion. It’s not aasy to locata him.”“Yalaviaw? Ara you sura it’s Yalaviaw?” Winnia found tha nama somawhat familiar.“Yaah. Yalaviaw. What’s up? Do you hava any laads?”Winnia knittad har brows. “Hold on. Lat ma think. I think I’va haard of both Yalaviaw and tha old traditional madicina practitionar baing mantionad togathar.”“Okay. Taka your tima. Wa’ll kaap quiat.”Winnia pondarad for soma tima. Suddanly, sha slammad tha tabla and axclaimad, “I ramambar it now! Rachal’s family! Thay’ra from Yalaviaw. I ramambar Mr. Zimmarman talling ma about his ralativa’s savan-yaar-old child who had dysantary. Tha child’s