Chapter 199

She was waiting for the day Kendrick himself come to Cloudcrest to apologize to her in person!

Rebecca’s lips curled into a smug smile.

At the Wright Manor.

Kendrick furrowed his brow as he examined the pill Rebecca 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 glance, “You want to poison me with this unregulated junk?”

The only thing that came with Rebecca’s medicine‘ was the box it was in–no labels, no instructions.

“But, but… Ms. Morris claimed 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 resemblance to Kendrick in his youth, Kendrick might have doubted he was his own flesh and blood!

Aside from their looks, they had little in common.

father’s scolding, could only watch helplessly as Corrin prepared

Kendrick turned around, “Hold on, Corrin. Don’t

and it wouldn’t be right to dispose of it

came back asking for it? What would

surely lead to an

with

breathed a sigh of relief. Was Kendrick considering taking

Kena comin

might be coming around to trusting Rebecca, Kendrick added, “Store it properly, in case Ms. Morris comes

Rebecca, but he lacked the

next day arrived soon

and waiting

coat over her shoulders. “Sarah, why don’t you come

off to heal and help, Ann. I don’t know a

know a soul there.

thought about it. Anthea was just a young woman; what if someone took advantage of her? It’s better if she went

the bed,

threw on a down jacket and joined

a sharp–dressed young man approached them, “Excuse me,

gestured politely, “Please,

hand, and they moved

towards a luxurious sedan.

the car’s hood

smokes! A Rolls–Royce!

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