Chapter 430 Blending Incense


    Ingrid realized that the most important bargaining chip she had was slipping away.


    Panicked, she bit her pale lips, unsure of what to do next. Just as she wavered, a strong handnded firmly on her frail shoulder.


    Alfred, tall and imposing, casually removed his mask, his sharp eyes revealing a trace of fierceness. He no longer disyed the yful charm he had in front of the Moores. His eyes lowered, and his voice turned serious yetforting.


    "Mrs. Ingrid, I''m Alfred, Melody''s brother-inw. She can''t leave for now, so I''ll protect you.


    "Anything you need to say or prove, you can do it. The Moores are behind Melody. Since you''ve treated her well, the Moores will stand by you."


    When Alfred mentioned the Moores, Knox frowned, feeling the surname sounded vaguely familiar.


    Ingrid nced at him. She didn''t know Alfred, but she had seen photos of Edward that Melody sometimes sent.


    Alfred and Edward shared simr features, both with striking bone structures and undeniable handsomeness.


    They both carried amanding presence that ordinary people simply didn''t have.


    If someone else had said those words, Ingrid might have doubted them.


    But the Moores'' distinct looks were so striking that even a brief interaction made it clear they were


    different from the rest. It was enough to make Ingrid believe him.


    Relieved, she finally let go of her worries. "Alright."


    In the research hall at Sommerville Hospital, Suzanna stood in front of a table full of instruments, surrounded by various types of incense powder.


    Though she kept her demeanor calm and obedient, she felt uneasy inside.


    She had no idea why Alfred had shown up. He seemed tough and not easy to handle.


    Cameron, still unconscious from anesthesia, was another problem. Suzanna didn''t understand why Alfred


    insisted on moving him to the research hall, even with the IV drip still attached.


    He exined that Cameron, being the victim, needed to be present.


    It seemed unreasonable, yet even Edgar didn''t dare question Alfred, let alone the Shields.


    Suzanna began mixing the incense powders, using three grams each of agarwood, sandalwood,


    frankincense, andvender powder, along with one gram each of


    Angelica Dahurica, der,


    fennel.


    and


    She ground them into a fine powder and sifted it through a 120-mesh sieve.


    Her method was standard for blending incense. Once she finished, she let out a small sigh of relief. Thankfully, she had a backup n, remembering the small pinch of incense materials her grandfather had provided her.


    It gave her the knowledge she needed to handle the current situation.


    She calmly exined, "Next, it''ll be stored in a maic box for aging over several days. Afterward, it''ll be molded into incense coils. The best effects will be achieved when burned at midnight."


    Her clear exnation put everyone at ease. Suzanna was indeed the mysterious expert in meridian suturing,


    and now it seemed shen et


    was also an expert in


    incense-making. She truly had many tafents.


    "Professors, as a sign of my sincerity, I''ll make more of this ''Slumber Incense'' and donate it to your


    institution to help more patients recover," Suzanna added, which pleased Edgar.


    Just as she finished speaking, therge screen behind her suddenly turned on.


    It disyed footage of Suzanna sneaking into Ingrid''s room in search of the ''Slumber Incense.'' The scene was now visible to everyone in the room.


    The entire audience was left in shock.