My Substitute Wife Is a Bigwig (Lily and Loid)

Chapter 33

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Out of respect for Loid, Winston would naturally treat anyone Leid held dear with the utmost importance.

As they left the hospital, the sum had already set.

Shaun excitedly announced there was a new restaurant in the city center that just opened and insisted they try it out. Since Lily was new to Lagersfield and Loid hadn’t taken her out for a proper meal yet, Loid readily agreed to join

As soon as Lily got into the car, she slouched against the window, looking tired and disinterested. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed to be in a low mood.

Loid looked at Lily. Her usual confident and assertive demeanor had faded since leaving the hospital, replaced by anoticeable sense of desolation that tugged at his heartstrings. He wondered if she was worried about Belinda’s illness.

a gentle pat on Lily’s shoulder, Loid said in a calming voice, “Don’t worry,

you.” The special antidote wasn’t Lily’s primary concern. Even without Loid, she could ensure a steady supply. Her true fear was that her grandmother might not have much

life. She was confident in her ability to take

to deteriorate rapidly a few years ago. When Lily checked her grandmother’s pulse, she realized her grandmother had been unknowingly poisoned for years. For the first time, Lily

Mindshroud poison wasn’t an ordinary poison. It was a venomous

harm. However, once it became active or was

long dead if Lily hadn’t been proficient in medicine and suppressed the Mindshroud

poison was indeed a formidable poison. Despite Lily’s efforts to nourish Belinda’s body with the most expensive

resistant to treatment

anti–drug response. The pills Lily had been giving her were only providing temporary relief. Their only hope now was in the specialized antidote

to the medication, so a somber expression clouded her face. She feared the special antidote

her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Take it slow. We’ll find a

touch, or perhaps the steadiness of his voice, soothed Lily’s agitation somewhat. Yet her gaze remained downcast, and her expression was clouded

to bother her. Yet curiosity gnawed at him, and he turned to ask, “Can’t

Isn’t he your mentor? If you ask him to help, maybe he can