Chapter 372 Fighting Back

Another week passed, and Yunice received a familiar client.

It was Taylor.

She looked even thinner than before, with traces of exhaustion on her face. An imperfect marriage drained a person’s spirit, and the Powell family was a viper’s nest to begin with. Taylor was being worn down by endless petty troubles.

Seeing her like this made Yunice’s heart ache. She wrote a prescription to boost Taylor’s energy and simmered it in a clay pot.

Taylor sat beside her and explained why she had come. She said her father was feeling weak and having aching joints. It sounded like a case of wind chill.

But Mr. Gerardo was busy with work and had flown overseas recently, so he couldn’t come in for an appointment himself. Taylor hoped Yunice could prescribe some medicine she could have an assistant deliver to him.

Yunice said, “Symptoms described over the phone might not be accurate. Does Mr. Gerardo have time for a video call? I’d like to see his face.”

Taylor tried calling, but because of the time difference, Mr. Gerardo didn’t answer.

Not wanting her trip to be wasted, Yunice prescribed some medicine to ease the symptoms for now. If it didn’t work, they would think of another plan.

Taylor took the medicine but didn’t leave right away. She looked like she wanted to say something but stopped herself. She quickly left the clinic and got into her car.

In the driver’s seat, Alan turned and said, “Miss.”

Taylor frowned deeply, her face full of frustration.

Her father’s minor cold hadn’t really warranted her rushing all the way here. She actually had another reason for coming.

She had been married to Paul for several months now, and both Jensen and Linda had been probing her about her marital relationship with him.

Normally, Taylor would have ignored them, but Linda had gone too far. Last time, while Paul was home, Linda had secretly drugged Taylor’s water, trying to force her to seduce Paul.

If Alan hadn’t noticed something was wrong and rushed her to the hospital, things could have ended very badly. Even afterward, Paul had humiliated her over it, and the old man of the family had taken the opportunity to make trouble for Alan.

Taylor had married into the Powell family to build her career, not to get trapped in a brutal house fight. She wanted to be the strong, independent woman – but those parasites were determined to drag her down and bleed her dry.

It infuriated her. Just now, she had wanted to confide in Dr. Rylie and see if there was any way she could stay alert and immune to the drugs they tried to use against her.

But when the words were on her lips, she still couldn’t bring herself to say them.

Just as Taylor was about to wave Alan forward and leave, a hand covered in black lace gloves reached for her car door. “Ms. Taylor, please wait.”

Taylor lowered the window, puzzled, and looked at Dr. Rylie.

Beneath her baseball cap, Yunice’s gaze locked steadily on her. “Ms. Taylor, your body’s been drained a lot lately.”

It took Taylor a couple of seconds to catch the meaning behind her words. Her cheeks flushed red.

Yunice handed her a small bottle of water. “Whatever they did to you, do it back to them. The ingredients in this are safe and undetectable.”

Taylor understood immediately – Dr. Rylie had seen through everything. The embarrassment and frustration she had tried to hide were completely exposed.

She no longer pretended. “Dr. Rylie, do you have an antidote for the stuff they used?”

Yunice said, “You can’t spend your whole life guarding against thieves. Besides, medicine still damages the body.”

Taylor gripped the bottle tightly, her eyes darkening. “You’re right. I can’t just defend. I have to fight back.”

Yunice added casually, “The medicine I gave you today shouldn’t be taken with seafood.”

Taylor’s gaze sharpened – she understood the hidden meaning in that warning.

After Taylor’s car drove off, Yunice returned to her clinic as if nothing had happened.

But she had barely sat down when a new patient arrived.

“Where’s the doctor? Who’s the doctor here?” someone shouted, half-carrying another man inside.

Yunice turned around and saw two men in business suits. The one carrying the other looked more like a construction supervisor, while the one being carried had one leg lifted awkwardly, with blood dripping down his pants.

Yunice hurried over. “I’m the doctor.”

Just as she spoke, the injured man abruptly lifted his head to look at her.

Paul seemed to recognize Yunice’s voice, which she hadn’t disguised.

He was staring at her, scrutinizing.

But Yunice quickly collected herself and walked over without hesitation, rolling up Paul’s pant leg as she asked, “How did this happen?”

Yunice froze for a moment.