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Chapter 66: She Plants the Zenith Herb
Yvette bit her lips nervously and shook her head. “It’s not Wynter’s fault for not being able to accept this,” she said softly. “After all, the Yates had a sudden change of hearts.”
Her words were innocently phrased, but there was a subtle implication that Wynter had been pestering the Yates, trying to manipulate them somehow. It was a sly jab, aimed at discrediting Wynter’s motives.
Charlie frowned at her words, not buying the act. “Yve, don’t be afraid. Just speak up! She won’t be able to bully you while we’re here!”
“She never bullied me,” Yvette responded quietly, lowering her eyes. “She only misunderstood us. The Gibsons and the Yates have a good relationship. Madam Gibson accepted me as her apprentice, and as a token of gratitude, my father gave the Zenith herb to the Gibsons. Then…”
Charlie couldn’t help but sneer. “Then she came here looking for trouble!”
“Charlie, calm down.” Hilda feigned magnanimity, trying to maintain control of the situation. “It’s better to clear up any misunderstanding. Otherwise, others might think I obtained the Zenith herb through unscrupulous means.”
Wynter, watching their pretentious display with a quiet smirk, interrupted sharply, “Since when have the Gibsons ever gotten anything through proper means?”
George, who had been simmering with frustration, snapped. “Stop talking nonsense! You’re only qualified to speak when you’re able to take out a Zenith herb yourself!”
Wynter’s smile didn’t falter. She could grow the Zenith herb any time she wanted, but there was no need to make a show of it here. Instead, she walked up to Hilda, her gaze unflinching. “My grandma gave birth to an ungrateful son who stole her Zenith herb for others. She said to let it go, since it was her karma. But I would like to ask the Gibsons, on behalf of the patients, if you’ve ever felt guilty?”
“What are you talking about?” George’s voice thundered as he advanced, ready to silence her. But one of the Yarwoods’ bodyguards quickly intervened, stepping between them.
“Sir, fighting is prohibited within the Yarwoods’ territory,” the bodyguard stated firmly.
Theo, who had been silent until now, stood expressionless at the center of the room, his presence an unspoken command that quieted everyone.
Hilda, realizing that she could no longer afford to get into a quarrel, quickly composed herself. If she angered Theo, she knew it would ruin any chance of her desired outcome.
“Mr. Yarwood Senior,” Hilda began, her voice smooth, though she couldn’t hide the edge of frustration in her words, “I can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with this Zenith herb.”
She turned toward Yvette, a glint of smugness in her eyes as she added, “This is the herb that my apprentice and I would like to dedicate to Mr. Yarwood’s treatment.”
The room fell into a quiet murmur, as everyone processed the implications. They began to piece together the situation, slowly realizing that the Zenith herb originally belonged to Margaret. The Gibsons had likely convinced Ewan to steal it for them.
But no one could directly blame the Gibsons, as Margaret had kept quiet. Yvette, the biological granddaughter, had come to offer the herb willingly, so no one questioned her intentions. As for Wynter, the “fake” granddaughter, her efforts to seek justice for Margaret were dismissed.
Most of the room nodded in understanding. After all, the Yates family drama was theirs to handle.
However, not everyone was willing to let it slide. Abel and Xavier were furious. “Even if that old hag said it nicely, this is still robbery!” Abel muttered, his tone tight with anger.
Abel turned to Wynter, his eyes widening in realization. “Miss, no wonder you acted so stubbornly. It turns out that you did it for Mrs. Yates Senior!”
Wynter remained silent, her gaze flicking to the time on her phone, unfazed.
Xavier shook his head, muttering to himself. “This Zenith herb is too rare. The Yarwoods know its value. They wouldn’t reject it. After all, Mr. Yarwood is on the verge of death.”
Xavier’s words hit the mark. The Yarwoods, particularly Theo, wouldn’t easily turn down something that could save their loved ones, even if the means to obtain it were questionable. Survival instinct trumped all else, and Hilda knew this very well.
After Hilda placed the wooden box with the Zenith herb on the table, she moved toward Wynter, her voice low but venomous. “Little girl, you should look clearly. The Gibsons come from a great family. What do you have to fight with us?”
Wynter met Hilda’s gaze coolly. The tension in the air was palpable, but Wynter wasn’t intimidated. She had already seen through Hilda’s manipulations and knew exactly where her own strength lay.
“Don’t worry, Madam Gibson,” she said with a small smile. “I have everything I need… and more.”
