Chapter 8


    Chapter 8


    Gwendolyn recalled the words of how Roselind’s money had been ensnared by the stock market crash


    and worry creased her brow. Even the cheapest garments in the boutique demanded a small fortune,


    an amount she wouldn’t spend in half a year back in the countryside.


    Her modest savings wouldn’t make a dent.


    “A youngdy ought to dress in vibrant hues to be the belle of the ball You are a member of the


    Chadwick family.”


    A glimmer of hope flickered in Gwendolyn.


    Roselind and Gwendolyn swept through the clothing store like a whirlwind before advancing to the


    jewelry shop.


    Yet, not everyone was pleased to see them.


    “Well, if it isn’t Roselind. Fancy seeing you out shopping. I heard your son woke up. Congrats. Shame


    about the paralysis… Now the Chadwick family’s inheritance will surely fall to Bainbridge,” the haughty


    woman said, barely concealing her schadenfreude behind a delicate hand.


    Howard’s excellence had cast a shadow over many, and now that misfortune had struck, they were all


    too eager to kick him.


    Roselind retorted with a coldugh, “Alberta, I heard your precious boynded in the hospital chasing


    skirts. Let’s hope he doesn’t end up six feet under courtesy of his escapades. Ah well, such are the


    travails of the high and mighty, aren’t they?”


    “How dare you!” The woman fumed.


    “What’s wrong? Even with his legs failing him, my Howard still outshines your son! Word on the street


    is that the lineage of the Peterson family is at risk, with no cure for your boy’s impotency. The Peterson


    family may well die out!”


    Roselind’s gaze was piercing, her words hitting Alberta right where it hurt.


    The inadequacies of the heir of the Peterson family were no secrets to Bayridge City. exacerbated by


    his penchant for pharmaceutical escapades that often ended in a public scandal


    Undeterred, Alberta shot back. “Howard is no different, is he? We’ll find Mr. White eventually. Don’t


    come crawling to me then!”


    “Stop kidding! Howard is blessed. For all you know, Mr. White himself mighte knocking to


    treat him!”


    When it came to high society sparring, Roselind was in a league of her own.


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    “Don’t forget the Peterson family still holds prime real estate. Let’s see how Howard smooths things


    over with the Chadwick Group and Summit Corp’s venture!”


    Her face was a mask of resentment. Alberta clutched her purse tightly and stormed off.


    The mention of the Summit Corp project cast a shadow over Gwendolyn.


    Roselind, regaining herposure, pointed to the top shelf behind the ss counter. “Show me that


    sapphire ne.”


    The sales associate, gloved in white, carefully presented the jewelry box,plimenting. “Your have


    exquisite taste.”


    Gwendolyn swam her head at the sight of the astronomical price. Before she could protest. Roselind


    had already sped the ne around her neck.


    The teardrop sapphire pendant made Gwendolyn’splexion glow, the opulent lights of the store


    adding a halo around her.


    “It suits you perfectly,” Roselind admired.


    Gwendolyn shook her head, biting her lip earnestly, “I should decline such a generous gift. You’ve


    already given me so much, I can’t ept this ne.”


    “Well, if you insist…”


    Roselind looked at her regretfully and returned the ne to its case.


    Seizing the moment, Gwendolyn voiced her curiosity, “Who is this Mr. White everyone’s after?”


    Roselind took her by the wrist, speaking as they walked, “Mr. White is a master of modern medicine,


    his acupuncture is legendary, known to cure the incurable. But he retired at sixty and now his


    whereabouts are a mystery. There’s talk he took on an apprentice.”


    If they couldn’t find Enoch himself, his apprentice would be the next best thing.


    Wealthy folk valued their health above all. Befriending a renowned healer was like having an ace up


    one’s sleeve.


    Gwendolyn nodded in understanding.


    Her neighbor back home, Mr. White, was also a master of acupuncture, and she had learned some


    techniques from him. For a fleeting moment, she entertained a ludicrous thought. But it was quickly


    dismissed.


    Mr. White wasn’t named Enoch White. So they couldn’t be the same person. What would a celebrated


    healer be doing in the country?


    “Just need to find Enoch, and Howard’s…” Roselind’s words trailed off as her phone vibrated. She


    released Gwendolyn’s hand to answer.


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    “Hello?”


    Whatever was said on the other end, Gwendolyn observed Roselind’s changing expression, her


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    face turning ashen.


    “Tell that scoundrel to walt! I’m on my way!”