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

 

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

 

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

 

“…”

 

the other end, she scoffed coldly. She was about to hang up when Justin’s low, deep voice rang out. He asked, “Miss Smith, are you intending to take

 

hospital, the corners of Justin’s lips curled

 

apart from one’s children, only their spouse would be

 

intense of her. Even her confession

 

Nora, “???”

 

she had hurled insults at the wrong person. The string of

 

and it resounded in the car through the speaker. He said, “I recall you mentioning

 

for that anymore,” replied Nora coldly. However, a thought suddenly occurred to her—if Justin owed her

 

added, “It’s an honor to be of help

 

Justin stiffened slightly. “…”

 

It seemed like this was the first time she was speaking so amicably to him ever

 

quite know how

 

whenever anyone in your family—especially your son—falls 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

 

son and she had a daughter, was she trying to tell him that the two of them were a good match?

 

turned upward again. The small brown beauty mark at the corner of his eye seemed especially alluring as he

 

now on, your son is also my son. I will dote on him like

 

“…”

 

those shocking things

 

“I heard that news mistakenly got out that it was Mr. Myers who cured

 

he thought of how she seemed to dislike trouble, how she kept her identity a secret, and how she didn’t wish for her identity to be exposed;

 

say,

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

always sleepy—visage surfaced in Justin’s mind

 

he heard a voice coming from behind. “Mr.

 

his executive assistant, Sean Jenkins, standing there respectfully. He had a pair of glasses on. Unlike the talkative and naggy Lawrence,

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