Chapter 485
Mr. Gilbert said, "The moment the box was opened, I smelled a scent of medicinal herbs, but I couldn''t
identify which herb it was. However, just a whiff of this scent brings a sense of tranquility and rity to
my mind. The things left behind by my master must be extremely rare in this world. Be, your pulse is
already gone, so why not try taking this pill and see if it works?"
Arabe, like Mr. Gilbert, couldn''t discern the specific herb used in the pill. It was probably an incredibly
rare and precious substance that even medical history books didn''t record. Perhaps it could save her
life.
"Ms. Snyder, please take this pill quickly!" Alma couldn''t help but urge.
Arabe raised her hand and ced the pill in her mouth.
Soon, Arabe closed her eyes and copsed.
Alma was shocked. "Ms. Snyder!"
Mr. Gilbert quickly carried Arabe and ced her on a rattan chair. Then he felt her pulse, but there
were no signs of life in her pulse.
Was...she dead?
Mr. Gilbert trembled and took two steps back. He muttered in a daze, "How could this happen? How?"
"Ms. Snyder!" Alma reached out her finger and ced it under Arabe''s nose. There was truly no
breath.
Alma copsed to the ground all of a sudden. She couldn''t believe that Ms. Snyder had passed away
just like that.
No, it couldn''t be!
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"Mr. Gilbert, please save Ms. Snyder quickly! Ms. Snyder wouldn''t die so easily. There must be a way
to save her!" Alma pleaded, looking at Mr. Gilbert.
Mr. Gilbert was at a loss. He shook his head sorrowfully.
At that moment, Alma suddenly eximed, "Mr. Gilbert, look!"
Mr. Gilbert quickly looked up and saw the most shocking scene of his life.
Arabe was still lying on the rattan chair, but her pale face slowly regained its color, and her cold body
regained warmth. There was a shallow and gentle breath under her nose. She had gone from death to
life and was now resurrected!
Not only that, but at that very moment, she seemed to transform into a precious pearl, and her wless
skin was radiating a delicate and ethereal aura. Her countenance became incredibly captivating,
exuding an otherworldly charm and unparalleled elegance.
"Mr. Gilbert... Mr. Gilbert, look at this!" Alma eximed in astonishment.
Arabe seemed to be peacefully asleep, but a beautiful flower slowly appeared beneath the delicate
fan bone on the lower right side. The flower was alluring and mysterious, captivating the soul with its
beauty.
Mr. Gilbert took two steps back. He had seen this flower before. His master, Helena, also had such a
flower beneath her fan bone. He had read about it in historical records. This flower was recorded in
ancient times and was known as the Queen Flower.
Mr. Gilbert looked at Arabe in horror, as if he didn''t recognize her. Who... who was she?
...
Keh felt like he had just woken up from a long dream. He slowly opened his eyes and found
himself in a familiar ce. He had returned to Floweret Garden, lying in his own bedroom.
He sat up and tried to remember what he had dreamed about, but he couldn''t recall anything.
"Ken, you''re awake. How do you feel?"
Keh nced to the side, meeting the eyes of his beloved grandmother who had just arrived. In her
gaze, he found the tenderness and concern that only a grandmother could possess.
"Grandma, I''m fine. I feel especially energetic now."
Mrs. Sharon nodded, and her mind seemingly elsewhere as she murmured, "That''s good, that''s good."
"What''s wrong, Grandma?" Keh noticed his grandmother''s unusual state. Her eyes were red as if
she had just been crying.
The room was quiet, and Mrs. Sharon''s face was not clearly visible, but her steps were unsteady, and
she seemed to have aged significantly. She approached and hugged Keh, saying, "Ken,e
here. If she were still here, she would give you a big hug."
Keh didn''t understand. "Grandma, who are you talking about?"
Mrs. Sharon shook her head, and her eyes were suddenly moist. "Your father hase, Ken. It''s time
for us to return to Faykarta."