Chapter 87
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When Ethan heard about the invitation card, he glanced over.
Dalton replied calmly, “Yes.”
Wynter smiled. “Did you plan to do good deeds without telling me?”
He coughed lightly. His voice still sounded a little hoarse. “I’m not in good health, so it would be a waste
for me to have the invitation card. Since I can’t attend, it’d be
better for me to give it to you.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you ever want to try your luck? The Yarwoods have hired so many
renowned doctors. There will always be someone who can cure you.”
Dalton lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were so long that they cast a shadow. “I thought about it
before. But after meeting you, I feel that no one is better than you.”
As soon as he said that, everyone was stunned.
The barrel fell from Ethan’s hand, and even Wynter, who was holding the tea, went
slightly stagnant.
Wolf, who was practicing, abruptly stood up straight and stared at that handsome
patient.
Dalton also realized that his sentence was too ambiguous. He explained with a slight frown, “I meant
your medical skills.”
“I know.”
She smiled leisurely. “Sit down first. I’ll go in to get something.”
He did as she said and picked up the tea on the stone table.
Ethan found this clinic to be magical. As soon as Dalton entered this courtyard, he didn’t care about
anything he should be particular about. He didn’t even care whether the tea was good and seemed to
have cured his clean freak attitude!
When Wynter entered the room, Margaret was still talking on the phone. She
wondered how many times Margaret emphasized the good points about her.
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“Don’t worry, Wynter has a good temper, so she’ll listen to you. She won’t take up too much of your
time. What did you say? You’re afraid of her? Abel, you can’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. You don’t
want to teach her, right?”
On the other end of the phone, Abel was about to say, “I didn’t lie. Your granddaughter is…”
Before he could speak, he heard a cold voice from the other end of the phone.
“Grandma, if Abel doesn’t want to, just forget it. We can’t force him.”
He immediately said, “Mrs. Yates Senior, don’t worry. It’s not that difficult to tutor her.
I’ll do it!”
Margaret finally hung up the phone with satisfaction, then she lifted her gaze toward Wynter. “How
many times have I told you? You have to call him Mr. Abel.”
“Oh?” Wynter smiled lightly. “If I call him that, he might kneel in a fright.”
Margaret was old and didn’t hear clearly. “What did you say?”
“It’s nothing. I’m taking something to my friend, who is in poor health.”
As she spoke, she put the wild root herb and truffle that she had picked in the mountains yesterday into
the box, along with a medicine sachet.
She moved very quickly, and Dalton had yet to finish his tea when she came out.
“Here you go.” Wynter put the box on his lap. “Use the medicine according to the proportions inside
and add it into your soup every day. I also wrote down the other taboos on the paper.”
He looked at her.
They both had outstanding looks and an indescribable sense of beauty.
Wynter pressed on the medicine sachet. “When you get home, put it next to your bed. It’ll calm your
mind and help you sleep.”
It had a very light herbal smell, wasn’t pungent, and made him feel comfortable smelling it.
Dalton’s fingertips slid over. “Did you make this yourself?”
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“Yes, this is a thank–you gift.” Wynter grinned, revealing her collarbone when her
white T–shirt was tilted forward. Her face was so beautiful that it made his heart beat
faster.
He rotated the teacup unconsciously and suppressed this inexplicable feeling.