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?”

 

“?”

 

he could recover, Nora had already hung

 

that she was afraid that he would mistreat her

 

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

 

“…”

 

hang up when Justin’s low, deep voice rang out. He asked, “Miss Smith, are you intending to take care

 

the hospital, the corners of

 

their spouse would be involved in their funeral

 

of her. Even her confession involved promises of

 

Nora, “???”

 

was only then that she realized that she had hurled insults at the wrong person. The string of unfamiliar numbers was

 

speaker. He said, “I recall you mentioning that you wanted me to locate someone for you after you’ve cured

 

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

 

she softened her tone and added, “It’s an honor to be of help to

 

Justin stiffened slightly. “…”

 

hospital, feeling good all over. It seemed

 

didn’t quite know how to

 

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

 

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

 

upward again. The small brown beauty mark at the corner of his

 

woman immediately replied, “Don’t stand on ceremony with me. From now on, your son is also my son. I will dote on him like he’s my

 

“…”

 

those shocking

 

that news mistakenly got out that it was Mr. Myers

 

thought of clarifying the matter when his grandmother mentioned that it was all thanks to Tina that she recovered. However, when 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; he

 

her say, “No, it’s fine.

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

always sleepy—visage surfaced in Justin’s

 

this point, he heard a voice coming from

 

on. Unlike the talkative and naggy Lawrence, he was relatively low-key and reticent, and always went straight to the point when he spoke. He said, “Mr.

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