The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 992: 467 Commoner_3 Chapter 992: 467 Commoner_3 “What does Mr.

Moore do for a living?”

Kelly Martinez felt a little annoyed.

Was it professional curiosity, or suspicion?

He wished he could shut Madon Linggo up.

The man indifferently replied, “I run errands.”

“A talent like you, running errands is really a waste.” Madon Linggo sounded quite regretful.

The man nonchalantly replied, “I think it’s quite fine.”

Kelly Martinez couldn’t stand it anymore.

He quickly slipped out and made his way to the medicinal dispensary behind the hill.

As dusk fell, the wooden cabin was engulfed in darkness.

With a kerosene lamp in one hand and sorting through herbs with the other, Aubree Groove’s slim and delicate figure seemed even more ethereal and solitary in the dim candlelight.

Leaning against the door frame, Kelly Martinez imagined the previous ten-or-so years she had spent this way, and her nose suddenly felt sour.

“Callista.”

A cold breeze blew in through the dilapidated window, making the candle flame flicker unevenly and casting vague shadows of the girl on the wall.

“Your health is seriously depleted, and you are only holding on because of your foundation.

But in less than five years, you won’t be able to hold on any longer.

If you still want to see your son grow into an adult, you should listen to my advice.”

Kelly Martinez bowed her head, her voice stammered, “If I’m not here, you’ll still be here, won’t you?”

“If you want your son to become an orphan, then do as you please.

Maternal love cannot be replaced.”

Yes, they were both orphans, who since childhood had vowed that if they ever started a family, they wouldn’t let their children endure the suffering they had.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.

Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do it.”

A small smile crept onto the lips of Aubree Groove.

“So you had already met him.” Kelly Martinez said softly, her eyes fixed on Aubree Groove’s busy figure.

“Do you hate him?”

“Why do you always ask me this way, both Dr.

Aria and you?”

Aubree Groove said calmly, “One word – hatred, it’s way too heavy.

I’ve told you before, everything has its cause and effect.

What if you hate, and what if you don’t?”

Kelly Martinez was stunned and smiled bitterly, “In the end, I’m just a worldly person.”

She looked at Aubree Groove, her eyes gradually filled with sadness.

The shadow of Callista was no longer visible in her.

Her letting go completely, signified the real disappearance of Callista.

Aubree Groove worked for a long time and finally produced a black medicinal pill.

Kelly Martinez felt very disgusted, “What is this thing?

Is it highly toxic?”

She took it and swallowed it, almost throwing up from revulsion.

“Damn!

It’s bitter as hell, are you trying to murder your own husband?”

Aubree Groove passed her a glass of water, “Bitter medicine benefits the disease.

Consume this medication at midnight every day, meditate to adjust your breath after taking it, refrain from arrogance and impetuosity, eat and sleep regularly, and your body will slowly improve.”

Kelly Martinez sighed, “How should I thank you?”

“The best way for you to thank me is not to commit more wrongs.

I’m going to take three days to prepare medicine for you.” Aubree Groove carried the kerosene lamp and walked out.

“I will keep vigil for the master tonight; you should rest early.”

As she drifted away, she walked into the Buddha shrine in the flickering candlelight and sat on her meditation cushion.

The rhythmic tapping of a wooden percussion instrument floated through the air, lingering in the silent woods for a long time.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared, leaving the world momentarily paused.

The several people listening to the wooden percussion had mixed feelings.

When the knock at the door came again, it was already close to midnight.

The mountain wind howled, the heavy rain poured, and the tapping sound of the wooden percussion instrument in that environment made the knock on the door seem eerie.

Almost instantaneously, it sent chills down their spines.

Anton Cook stood up subconsciously, casting a glance at the three people, “I’ll go take a look.”

Madon Linggo took a look at the man, “Who would come at this hour?”

Although they didn’t believe in ghosts, the scene was truly terrifying.

The kerosene lamp in the room flickered as it was blown by the wind, casting distorted shadows on the wall and adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Anton Cook clenched his fist, “If you have a clear conscience, you don’t fear ghosts knocking at your door, and besides, the Buddha is watching over us.

What is there to be afraid of?”

With that, he walked straight out.

Though he had emboldened himself, fear is a natural human instinct.

Anton Cook, with trembling fingers, unlocked the door, and the mountain wind attacked him immediately, nearly blinding him.

A man emerged from the darkness, travel-worn and dust-strewn.

Anton Cook’s pupils contracted, “Is it you?”

The man strode past him into the Buddhist nunnery.

In the main hall, he looked straight at the young girl kneeling under the statue of the Buddha.

Her frail figure in the rain curtain was somewhat blurred.

The flickering yellow candlelight creates a solemn and quiet tableau.

The sound of the wooden percussion instrument grew louder.