Chapter 55: Your Son Is My Son

 

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Sheril majored in traditional medicine and pharmacology in college. Sheena had been carefully training and grooming her all this time so that she could take over Harmonia Pharmacy in the future.

 

Thus, she knew her way around medicines somewhat.

 

She picked up the dark-colored pill and sniffed it carefully. A fresh and invigorating aura assailed her senses, instantly clearing and revitalizing the mind.

 

It felt as comfortable as taking a deep breath in the mountains.

 

Sheril’s pretty little face turned serious and she stared at the pill, studying it intently.

 

A look of hesitation appeared on Melissa’s mild and gentle countenance. “What’s the matter?”

 

Sheril shook her head. Then, she asked hesitantly, “Can I have this, Grandma? I’d like to take it back with me so that I can study it and verify something!”

 

Mrs. Anderson nodded. “Sure. Take one with you.”

 

As if she had just found a treasure, Sheril carefully put the pill into a bag, went downstairs, and made a beeline for the laboratory.

 

 

Seeing her leave in a panic, Sheena and Simon, who were discussing countermeasures in the living room, were taken aback.

 

Sheena frowned. “I’ll go upstairs and have a look.”

 

While Nora was driving home, her cell phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number. The moment she picked up, an angry voice from the other end of the call reached her. “Nora, where’s the money? Didn’t you already transfer it into my bank account? Why did they say that there isn’t any money in the account at all when I went to the bank to transfer the funds today?! You no-good daughter! Now that you’re clinging to the Andersons, are we too poor for your tastes? Are you thinking of ditching us so that you can enjoy life over there? Dream on!”

 

The smile at Nora’s lips was wild and arrogant. “Dad, there’s something I want to ask you.”

 

“What? I’m warning you, stop dilly-dallying and transfer the money over now…”

 

Nora looked straight ahead of her with her fingers resting gently on the steering wheel. She had long since stopped feeling sad because of people like him. She asked calmly, “Was my mom blind when she married you?”

 

“?”

 

recover, Nora had already hung

 

she was afraid that he would mistreat her son. Now, she finally managed to

 

a quick glance at it—the caller ID was still a string of numbers. She answered the call, but before the other party could speak, she said sarcastically, “Why are you calling me again? Are you dying? Are you trying to ask me to take care of

 

“…”

 

coldly. She was about to hang up when Justin’s low, deep voice rang out. He asked, “Miss Smith,

 

the hospital, the corners

 

children, only their spouse would be

 

of her. Even her confession involved promises of life

 

Nora, “???”

 

person. The string of unfamiliar numbers was Justin’s phone number. Too lazy

 

the car through the speaker. He said, “I recall you mentioning that you wanted me to locate someone

 

owed her a huge favor, then did that mean she could use that

 

and added, “It’s an honor

 

Justin stiffened slightly. “…”

 

hospital, feeling good all over. It seemed like this was the first time she was

 

surprisingly didn’t quite

 

sick, Mr. Hunt. I have a daughter myself, so I’m very familiar with children’s illnesses. Moreover, I always feel a sense of kinship toward your son whenever I see him, so don’t ever feel too embarrassed to approach me for help. You can come to

 

tell him that the two of them were a good match? That both of them were single

 

his deep-set eyes turned upward again. The small brown beauty mark at the corner

 

replied, “Don’t stand on ceremony with me. From now on, your son is also my

 

“…”

 

shocking

 

mistakenly got out

 

when he thought of how she seemed to dislike trouble, how she kept her identity a secret, and how she didn’t

 

heard her say, “No,

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

always sleepy—visage surfaced in Justin’s mind

 

point, he heard a voice coming from

 

his smile. He turned to see his executive assistant, Sean Jenkins, standing there respectfully. He had a pair of glasses on. Unlike the talkative and naggy Lawrence, he was relatively low-key and reticent, and always went straight to

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