Chapter 201
Kendrick felt an unfamiliar lightness in his body, something he hadn’t experienced since his illness took hold.
Doc, am I… am I really getting better?” Kendrick asked, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looked up at Anthea.
With a gentle smile. Anthea nodded. “You’re halfway there. To make a full recovery, you’ll need to keep up with a special treatment plant Ive designed for you,” she said, handing him a neatly written prescription.
As Kendrick took the paper from her, he couldn’t help but admire the elegance of her handwriting. Even with years of practice, his own. writing couldn’t compare.
Comin was waiting anxiously outside the room. Anthea opened the door to find him practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Dr. Yeager! How’s Mr. Wright?”
“He’s doing much better, Anthea reassured with a smile.
Comin rushed in, exclaiming. “Sir!”
Tears welled in Kendrick’s eyes as he murmured, “Comin, I know my own body, and I can tell you, I feel a world of difference. Miss Yeager says with more of her treatment, I’ll be as good as new.”
“Thank goodness!” The two septuagenarians embraced, sobbing with relief.
Meanwhile, the butler had arranged a lavish lunch spread. After five hours without a bite, Anthea was ravenous and graciously accepted the invitation to dine. “And my friend?” she inquired.
“Ms. Allen has been informed, Miss Yeager. Please, enjoy your meal while we fetch her,” the butler replied.
It wasn’t long before Sarah joined them.
“How did it go, Ann?” she asked.
“Like a charm,” Anthea beamed.
Sarah hugged her friend tightly. “You’re amazing. Ann!”
Soon after, Kendrick and Corrin joined them, offering a generous reward. Even Sarah received a gift.
Anthea accepted graciously. “Remember, Kendrick, take your medicine on schedule. You’re not out of the woods yet, so don’t let your guard down.”
Kendrick nodded solemnly. “I will.”
Back at the hotel, Sarah ripped open the gift from Kendrick and gasped, “Holy smokes, it’s a BL Moonbeam limited edition bracelet!” BL Moonbeam was a name that spoke of luxury and exclusivity. The price tag of that bracelet alone was a small fortune.
Anthea glanced over. “Seems like it. I’ve got a watch and necklace here, too.”
“I can’t, this is way too much!” Sarah attempted to return the bracelet to Anthea.
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However, Anthea wouldn’t have it, “It’s from Kendrick, meant for you, Sarah. Why are you handing it back to me?”
Sarah was adamant. “But it’s a thank you for curing him, not for anything I did! I saw this bracelet online once; it’s worth over twenty grand! If I’d known the Wrights were giving out gifts like this, I would’ve never accepted.”
Anthea then comforted her. “Sarah, you were there for me, and that means everything. Without you, I wouldn’t have set foot in the Wrights‘ estate.”
After much reassurance, Sarah finally accepted the bracelet, and they decided to explore a nearby night market. Despite the snow that had fallen earlier, there was a certain charm to wandering the market under a blanket of white.
Elsewhere, at the Lindsay household, Edna continued her routine, delivering nourishing broth to Janet After Janet had her soup and settled into sleep, Edna stepped outside and instructed the servants to keep the noise down.
To them, Edna wasn’t just a visitor, she was the future lady of the house, the soon–to–be matriarch of the Lindsay family.
