Chapter 80

Yvonne texted again: [I checked. The color is the same as Shermaine’s lipstick.]

Wendelyn finally relaxed. Now that Shermaine had drunk that glass of wine, the deadly parasite would surely enter her system. There was no way she'd survive the night.

After all, what Kingston gave her was a silent killer. It was impossible to detect, no matter how advanced the equipment. That was the only reason Wendelyn dared to take this gamble.

Maybe that so-called genius Dr. Shue could find a solution, but what were the odds she’d show up here? Absolutely zero.

Wendelyn texted: [Yvonne, someone will pick you up outside the hotel. Go now. As for your father, I’ll handle everything.] If Yvonne left this city, she’d better never come back.

After reading this, Yvonne heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing no one around, she hurried away.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

Everyone looked on with curiosity at Owen, who sat in his wheelchair with a woolen blanket over his legs. Despite his condition, his complexion was surprisingly rosy, and he beamed at them with evident delight.

But how could this be?

Didn’t they say Owen only had a year or so left? But now, he was full of life, nothing like someone who was about to kick the bucket.

A gentleman stepped forward and asked respectfully, “Mr. York, I heard you hadn’t been well and have been quite concerned. But seeing you now, you look perfectly healthy. May I ask which remarkable doctor helped you make such an amazing recovery?”

He then explained, “My father has been gravely ill recently. We’ve consulted many renowned physicians, but nothing has worked. I’m truly worried sick.”

Before Owen could respond, someone in the crowd chimed in, “Wasn’t Mr. York’s physician always Dr. Newman? The most renowned doctor in Basterel? People say his skills are legendary!”

“Yeah,” someone agreed, “you really can’t go wrong with Dr. Newman.”

Owen shook his head and said, “It wasn’t Dr. Newman. His prescriptions never worked for me, so I stopped taking his herbal formulas a while ago.”

The crowd gasped in unison.

Wait, not Dr. Newman?

The one who had just brought up Dr. Newman flushed with embarrassment.

The gentleman pressed on, “If it wasn’t Dr. Newman, then who was this expert?”

Owen beamed with pride. “My health has really improved. I can walk without getting winded now, and it’s all thanks to my granddaughter-in-law!”

What?

The York family had three grandsons–only Joshua remained unmarried, while the other two were already wed. So which granddaughter-in-law was being talked about? None of them were known to have any medical skills. Maybe she had simply brought in a renowned doctor?

Owen continued, “You’re a filial man. When my granddaughter-in-law arrives later, I’ll introduce you so you can ask her yourself.”

The gentleman’s face lit up with delight. “I’d be most grateful for your help, sir,” he said.

Just then, Janice strolled over from the other side, dressed in a simple yet elegant evening dress and decked out in jewelry. With a beaming smile, she called out, “Well, Owen, you’re looking quite spry today!”

Owen arched his bushy white brows and grinned, “You bet! With Sheary around, how could I not be in good health?” He added proudly, “Thank goodness Ross brought Sheary back to your family. Otherwise, you guys would have missed out on a real treasure.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t be happier whenever I saw Sheary. She’s so well-behaved, filial, and just amazing. You have no idea–ever since she gave me acupuncture, the chronic migraines that plagued me for years have almost disappeared.

“Now I sleep like a baby, and honestly, nothing beats a good night’s sleep,” Janice said joyfully.

“Absolutely! Since I started taking the medicine, I’ve been sleeping much better,” Owen said. “Sheary even told me I could live to be a hundred. I didn’t believe it at first, but now I do.”

Not only was his illness cured, but he had also gained such an outstanding granddaughter-in-law. Owen was over the moon, as if he’d struck gold.

‘If only that rascal would give me less trouble. Doesn’t he realize how sought-after Shermaine is? If he ever lets her slip away, I’ll teach him a lesson!

The two old-timers got so carried away chatting that they lost track of everything else.

The onlookers were utterly baffled, exchanging hesitant glances. They had so many questions but couldn’t find an opening to interrupt.

What was going on here?

Everyone said Shermaine was just a pretty face with no substance, notorious for her vicious temper. She had even gotten scions from several prominent families sent to prison. Her reputation was far from stellar.

So why did these two elders treat her like a treasure? And from the way they talked, she actually seemed to know something about medicine, too.

They were utterly perplexed.

Just then, Shermaine appeared before the crowd, gracefully holding onto Joshua’s arm, her slender figure instantly drawing all eyes.

In fact, many people at the party had never seen Shermaine before.

Although the Jean family had thrown an acknowledgment party for Shermaine, most elite families hadn’t received invitations. Instead, the attendees were primarily lesser-known minor families.

So, the moment Shermaine appeared at the engagement party, all eyes were instantly drawn to her mesmerizing presence.

She truly took everyone’s breath away.

Thus, to say she was breathtakingly beautiful would be no exaggeration.

True beauty always came from within.

Her beauty went far beyond superficial. It was an inborn elegance and poise that left others awestruck. Could a mere pretty face ever possess such qualities?