Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The person behind Pearl prodded her to move forward. Irritated by the kick, she mentally noted to settle the score later.

They proceeded deeper into the manor, with the inhabitants regarding them casually as they passed by, which struck Pearl as odd. As they ventured further, the aroma of herbs intensified, permeating the air. The entire house seemed infused with the scent of herbs.

Impatiently, the man instructed Pearl, "You can go the rest of the way alone," before removing her bindings and departing, grumbling about her lack of resistance. "Why did they make it so loose? Why didn't you fight back?"

Pearl smirked and retorted, "Mind your own business," earning an annoyed glare from the man before he left.

Rubbing her sore wrists, Pearl passed through a door and entered a courtyard adorned with antiques, where a pot emitting steam caught her attention.

scent of medicinal herbs

knowledgeable about herbs. Few young people share your interest," remarked an elderly voice from

robes, exuding vitality despite his age. Although he looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, he looked more alert than some young men in their prime. "Who are you?"

grandpa, Howard Jesselton," he

noting the contrast between Winona and her esteemed grandfather. The latter was a

to link the two together, so Pearl smiled

observed Howard, noticing Pearl's

on how Winona knew of her health issues. Did...

was jolted by Howard's next words. "Winona asked me to help treat you. It's been ten years since I've practiced medicine. You're one lucky woman." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ