Chapter 592

Stella had had enough. She pulled Bran aside to a quiet corner and let him have it. "Can you think before you speak? Five days and nights without sleep? I'd be dead by now. And could you at least try to sound a bit more sophisticated? You're making me sound like a snake oil salesman or some sketchy pyramid scheme operator."

Bran shrugged off her criticism, "Sis, you're just too pampered with your fancy dinners to understand the struggles of regular folks. That's why you're all about depth and nuance."

"What are you even talking about?" Stella fumed. Had he lost his grip on reality, or had she lost her edge?

Bran, who wouldn't touch a meal that wasn't five-star, wore diamond-studded flip- flops, and thought nothing of splurging millions in a single night out with models, had the nerve to call her out of touch?

Oh, the irony. Just yesterday, she had hustled for a meager paycheck, enduring his scolding and finger-pointing.

Sorry, but Bran, a man who thought he'd seen it all, had no recollection of any hardworking sister.

Facing Stella's irritation, Bran was not only unafraid but also brimming with confidence. "Sis, we're targeting the grassroots market here. We need to be relatable and grab their attention. Philosophy and poetry won't cut it. A simple gesture like handing out a baked potato would have a bigger impact. As long as the treatment works and they benefit, who cares about the hype? You focus on healing, I'll handle the rest..."

Stella felt mortified. "..."

Bran, tired of playing it safe, teased her, "C'mon, sis, I remember you used to have thicker skin. What's with the sudden shyness? Shine with confidence!"

"Get lost."

He assured her with a thump on his chest, "You just concentrate on the healing. Leave the rest to me. Don't worry about a thing."

But it all felt so... low class.

Whatever. If the reputation tanks someday, she hadn't said a word—it was all Bran.

Suddenly, Stella's confidence surged, and she let him do his thing.

Tacky, perhaps, but effective nonetheless.

Stella's returning patients were overflowing with gratitude.

She responded with polite modesty, "No thanks needed. Just doing my job."

allergic patients passed away—a grim reminder that not

the deceased to rest in a manner befitting the

day. Public service announcements reminded everyone to wash their food thoroughly and avoid touching their eyes. Those who

ecosystem was shattered. Resources were drained, desalination

even with adrenaline and meds, she lost a third

She cleaned and cooked

hit the

for them, many hadn't tasted it in over a decade. And in the end,

the rest of the deceased poultry. Stella, ever generous, declared, "Cook them all. It'll

on poultry prepared every way imaginable, sparking envy throughout

vulnerable. The farms lay neglected, the

instincts kicked in, urging her to nourish her

sis. Uncle Vernon's watching

like

sister and mother, reminded Jasper,

got something on her

"I know," Jasper replied.

was taken aback, "You know

"Dylan."

towards Rosie-floated to the surface. They were just kids,

then.

demeanor, Stella had assumed it

exposure

slightly, "Does Rosie

claimed

but Rosie had practically been raised by Stella, who hoped for a love that was Rosie's equal-someone to protect her in danger, offering emotional

a nice kid, but not someone you'd count on

could find someone like Jasper, Stella would happily offer

substantial dowry.

over a

Rosie likes him is hard to say,

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