She was waiting for the day Kendrick himselfe to Cloudcrest to apologize to her in person!
Reba''s lips curled into a smug smile.
At the Wright Manor.
Kendrick furrowed his brow as he examined the pill Reba had left behind. "Corrin, throw it away."
Corrin nodded, "Yes, sir."
Damian immediately interjected, "Dad! This is a miracle cure from the legendary healer. People
would kill for this stuff, and it''s a thoughtful gesture from Ms. Morris. How can you just throw it
away?"
Kendrick was sharp as a tack in his day.
It was a shame his eldest son wasn''t quite as bright, unable to uphold the family''s image.
Otherwise, the Wright family wouldn''t be in such disarray every time Kendrick faced a crisis.
Kendrick shot him a dismissive nce, "You want to poison me with this unregted junk?"
The only thing that came with Reba''s ''medicine'' was the box it was in—nobels, no
instructions.
"But, but... Ms. Morris imed to be a direct descendant of that renowned healer..."
Kendrick scoffed, "Do you believe any lies people tell you? You''re over forty and still can''t think for
yourself!"
Damian was too gullible, believing anything anyone told him. If Damian didn''t bear such a striking
resemnce to Kendrick in his youth, Kendrick might have doubted he was his own flesh and
blood!
Aside from their looks, they had little inmon.
Damian, sweating under his father''s scolding, could only watch helplessly as Corrin prepared to
toss the medicine away.
Just then, Kendrick turned around, "Hold on, Corrin. Don''t throw it out just yet."
After all, it was someone else''s property, and it wouldn''t be right to dispose of it so hastily.
What if Reba came back asking for it? What would he return to her?
That would surely lead to an argument.
Corrin acknowledged with a nod.
Damian breathed a sigh of relief. Was Kendrick considering taking Reba''s medicine after all?
N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.
Just as Damian thought Kendrick might being around to trusting Reba, Kendrick added,
"Store it properly, in case Ms. Morrises back for it."
Damian wanted to defend Reba, but hecked the courage.
The next day arrived soon enough.
The Wright family''s car was ready and waiting downstairs at the hotel.
Anthea draped her coat over her shoulders. "Sarah, why don''t youe with me? You''ll be bored
here by yourself anyway."
Sarah replied, "You''re off to heal and help, Ann. I don''t know a thing about that. Wouldn''t I just be
messin'' things up?"
Anthea smiled reassuringly, "Not at all! I don''t know a soul there. Having you with me will be a great
comfort."
Sarah thought about it. Anthea was just a young woman; what if someone took advantage of her?
It’s better if she went with her and look out for her.
"Alright," Sarah said, springing from the bed, "I''ll join you, Ann."
She threw on a down jacket and joined Anthea in the hotel lobby.
As they stepped out of the hotel, a sharp-dressed young man approached them, "Excuse me, are
you the miraculous healer, Ms. Yeager?"
Anthea nodded slightly, "That''s me."
The young man gestured politely, "Please, this way."
Anthea took Sarah’s hand, and they moved towards a luxurious sedan.
The emblem on the car''s hood shone brightly against the snow.
Holy smokes! A Rolls-Royce!
Sarah swallowed hard. The wealthy in Capital City sure livedrge!
Arriving at Sunnybrook Estate, Sarah was simply astonished.
She had only read about manor castles in stories.
Never did she imagine she''d be whisked away in a Rolls-Royce to a legendary estate...
No one would believe this tale if she told it.
Nervously, Sarah was all senses on alert, careful not to gawk and embarrass Anthea.
Before long, they reached the interior of the estate.
Kendrick was already waiting in the parlor for Anthea.
Hearing the car approach, he stood quickly, "Corrin, let''s go wee Dr. Yeager."
Corrin followed Kendrick''s lead.
At the entrance, they saw Anthea arriving.
"Ladies, pleasee in," Kendrick urged, weing them inside.