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Chapter 35: Fabian Quinnell Met With Wynter
Clearly, Madam Gibson had made a mistake in her assumptions. As she flipped through the pages of the medical book, her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Wanda, you always make the right decisions. With these two things, we can definitely cure Mr. Yarwood’s illness!” she said with conviction.
Wanda’s eyes widened with joy. “Really?” she asked eagerly, her voice brimming with anticipation. “When can we visit Mr. Yarwood? I mean, can you take me along? I’d love to learn more from you. You know, only the most established medical families were invited by the Yarwood family. The Yates and Scott families don’t have those kinds of connections.”
Now that they had the Zenith herb, Madam Gibson’s agreement came easily. Without any pretense, she nodded. “Of course, we’ll go together. After we heal Mr. Yarwood, I’ll introduce you to the Yarwood family.”
Hearing this, Wanda’s excitement grew, and she began to cozy up to Madam Gibson, her words and actions flatteringly warm.
Meanwhile, Yvette stood silently to the side, her thoughts distant. She lowered her head, lost in her own contemplation. But Madam Gibson paid no attention to her daughter’s unease. The elder woman had set her sights on a greater goal, one that didn’t involve considering the Scott family or the Quinnells.
“So what if they miss out on the Quinnell family?” Madam Gibson mused privately. Once she cured Mr. Yarwood, the Gibson family would stand tall in the medical world. Even if the Heavenly Medical Guild tried to silence them, would they dare go up against the Yarwood family?
Madam Gibson was confident in her plans, and as she immersed herself in the medical book in front of her, she ignored the presence of Margaret and Yvette entirely.
Yvette’s frown deepened. Her worries compounded until she could no longer stand the tension and decided to leave the Gibson house.
“Mom,” Yvette said thoughtfully as they walked out. “Could Grandma have passed on some real skills to Wynter?”
Wanda scoffed at the thought. “What kind of real skills could that poor old lady have? All she knows is how to mess with worthless herbal residues. Hell, she even caused someone’s death with her treatments before.”
Yvette hesitated, but Wanda’s dismissiveness grew. “Yvette, don’t go around saying things like that in front of your master. You know she doesn’t get along with your grandma.”
“But my master’s behavior… it’s odd,” Yvette continued, full of doubts. “Should we look into it?”
Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “What’s there to investigate? If that poor old lady had any real skills, would she be stuck in a foot massage shop? You’ve seen her place—it’s tiny and shabby.”
“Well, what about Wynter?” Yvette tilted her head, still not convinced. “How did she suddenly learn acupuncture? You and Dad always said she wasn’t quick on the uptake. She could never grasp math, no matter how much we tried to teach her.”
Wanda frowned as she thought about it. “That’s true. But we should keep an eye on that girl. I want to know why she’s sticking around Southdale instead of leaving.”
Yvette’s expression brightened at her mother’s words. “If she’s up to no good, we could just have someone beat her up and dump her in the suburbs.”
Wanda’s annoyance was clear now. Wynter’s persistent presence was wearing her thin. If money couldn’t solve the problem, perhaps it was time to teach Wynter a lesson the hard way.
Hearing this, Yvette felt relieved and giggled, hooking her arm through Wanda’s. “I always knew you had the best ideas, Mom.”
“Yvette, what you need to do now is focus on your studies and learn well from your master,” Wanda said confidently. “In a few days, when you meet Mr. Yarwood, make sure to impress him. Your looks alone will be enough. You’re gentle and delicate, the perfect contrast to that rebellious girl.”
Yvette smiled sweetly. “Understood.”
The two of them lost themselves in their dreams of a future with Mr. Yarwood, oblivious to the fact that the Gibson family they were relying on was on the brink of disaster.
The next day, Wynter walked toward the Traditional Medicine Hospital, her black bag slung over her shoulder, her steps firm and deliberate. As she entered Room 601, she was greeted by a loud laugh.
“So, this is our lifesaver, the genius doctor?” a voice boomed in the room, breaking the tense silence.
