The traditional medicine practitioner prescribed a fifteen-day course of traditional medicine tailored for Jeffrey. After bidding farewell to the doctor, Madam Morgan immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare the medicine and insisted he start taking it today. Smelling the bitter aroma wafting from the kitchen, Stephen looked at his uncle’s miserable face and asked, "Grandma, why didn’t you ask for a prescription for Aunt too? Giving birth is a joint effort, isn't it?" "During conception, men play a more important role.” Madam Morgan glanced at Stephen with dissatisfaction. "And just by looking, it’s obvious the problem lies with your second uncle! With such kidney deficiency, I can't bear to watch! Your aunt has back problems, and the current priority is to care for her back. Otherwise, when she gets pregnant in the future, back pain will be a hardship." "Grandma, you're truly wise," Melanie genuinely laughed. An hour later, under the intense gaze of three pairs of eyes,
The next day, Melanie took Jeffrey's private plane to Medonia. Throughout the journey, she enjoyed the full-service treatment from the entire staff on the plane. She had even better treatment than the injured Jeffrey. Cyrus also arrived at the venue for the fragrance competition. Knowing that Melanie was back, he specifically asked her to take him to the fragrance blending room to smell the fragrance she had created. "Is this fragrance a mystery, or a solution?” Cyrus asked. "Mystery," Melanie replied. "The fragrance base is deep, melancholic, with middle notes of mimosa and musk. When you smell it, it immediately accumulates in your heart, bitter and lingering. What mystery are you creating?" "Emotion," Melanie said. "Emotion?" "Yes, the most unpredictable thing in the world is emotion. The word emotion is like flowers and dew, or clouds and moon. They appear to be intertwined, but are forever separated. What’s love supposed to be? It makes one hold no fear in the face
Sylvia knew Harlow's weaknesses, and targeted what he cared about. "It's not important whether that bastard lives or dies. The important thing is, someone isn’t taking your orders seriously! Someone’s disobeying you behind your back. If we don't find out who it is and make an example out of this person, how can you maintain your authority here in the future?" Someone dared not to listen to him? This point indeed hit Harlow where it hurt the most, and his temper flared. “Investigate! Investigate right away!" he ordered his subordinates harshly. "You don't need to worry. I've already had someone investigate these past few days." Sylvia flipped her hair, showing off her accomplishments. "None of the servants bought any anti-inflammatory medicine. In these few days, the only person who used similar medication in the York family is just one person. Can you guess who?" Harlow glared at her impatiently, and Sylvia hurriedly continued, "It's Leo! A few days ago, he got injured whil
Joseph only received Cyrus and Melanie this time. Leo was also present, accompanying them for the meal. In the York family, such a simple dinner only served to highlight the guests' nobility. After the meal, Melanie took the opportunity to ask Leo, "How's your injury?" "Just a minor injury. All healed now,” Leo smiled. "The medications the doctor prescribed for me were very effective. In less than three days, the wound has already healed." As he said the last sentence, Leo looked at Melanie meaningfully. There was a change in his tone, as if implying something. Melanie blinked. Leo was perceptive, probably noticing that she had taken medicine from his room without permission. Yet, since he didn't make it explicit, it indicated that he tacitly agreed to keep it a secret. Melanie smiled and nodded. "That's good, or I would feel even more guilty." The two chatted for a while, and Leo left to answer a phone call. Cyrus’s assistant approached Melanie and said, "Today is th
"Who are you?" Melanie shouted. However, she immediately breathed in more thick smoke, causing her to choke on the smoke and not be able to speak. Instinctive calls for help were often the least effective. Melanie forced herself to calm down quickly and took out her phone, only to find that there was no signal at all. It seemed that those people outside were well-prepared; they had set up signal interference in the vicinity, leaving her with no way to call for help. She instinctively thought that the people outside must be here to deal with her, and she had inadvertently involved the child. She had saved Gabriel from a burning room before, so she had some experience this time. Melanie quickly surveyed the room. She remembered that the woman taking care of the boy had fetched water from the room last time. Sure enough, she quickly found the wash basin. She wet two towels with soapy water, and tightly covered the boy's mouth and nose with one. "I-I’m scared!” The boy tre
Melanie woke up from a nightmare. In the dream, she and the boy were trapped in thick smoke, unable to find a way out. She kept coughing until she coughed herself awake. "It's okay... I'm here..." The voice that entered her ears was, surprisingly enough, Jeffrey’s voice. Melanie was startled. She opened her eyes abruptly, and indeed saw that familiar face. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm not dreaming, right? Is it really you?" She reached out to touch his face. "It's me... I'm here..." Jeffrey held her hand in return, looking at her tearful eyes. His eyes were crimson as he frowned in worry. "What happened?" Seeing Jeffrey, Melanie instantly found a pillar of support. She calmed down, and her first reaction was to reach for her belly. "The baby?" "The baby is fine." Jeffrey gently covered her slightly cool fingertips, warming them. "Don't worry, he's very well." "But I inhaled a lot of smoke..." Melanie still had doubts. "The doctor said he's developing we
Jeffrey turned to look at William, who promptly replied, "Madam, Mr. Harlow York has been mingling with women ever since he was a teenager. Although he wasn’t yet thirty ten years ago, it would still be difficult to investigate..." Jeffrey shot him a look, and William hastily assured, "But I will immediately send people to investigate, difficult or not!" "Why investigate the biological mother of that child? What do you know?" Jeffrey asked Melanie. Melanie told him about the conversation she overheard between the man and woman while she was half-conscious. Jeffrey poured her a glass of warm water, watching her drink sip by sip. "So, you think she saved you and doesn't want to reveal her identity?" Melanie nodded. "Yes. And I have a feeling that the identity of the child's mother is crucial, and it hides a deep secret... Besides, since Harlow and I are already at odds, getting dirt on him would be advantageous and harmless to me." Jeffrey nodded, agreeing with her. "You me
"He's in the country?" Melanie was curious. "He has no fixed residence. I can email him, but I don't know when we will receive a reply," Jeffrey replied. Melanie smiled. She felt that whenever Jeffrey mentioned this medical genius, his tone became involuntarily respectful, completely different from his usual decisive and ruthless style. It showed the magnificence of a lifesaver's halo. After a pause, she said, "When the fire started, I initially thought someone was trying to harm me. I thought it was probably Harlow. Later, after the child crawled out and was caught by the men outside, they threatened him, so I felt like they were targeting him. I'm not sure if it was orchestrated by Harlow. Moreover, that child is his son... "But now that my master has already caused a ruckus at the York family, this matter probably won't end well. I might as well take this opportunity to bring the evidence linking Harlow to the assassin at the banquet to Joseph York, and see how he handles it