Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 481

Charlie smiled helplessly and was going to pick up a wine glass when Rowan caught his hand mercilessly.

“No drinking!” Rowan glared at him. “You can’t drive after you drink!”

Charlie was befuddled. “Mr. Irwin, didn’t you say that… we’ll walk back later?”

“Who said that!?”

Rowan glared at Charlie but was immensely gentle to the person on the line.

“Cordelia, calm down… Oh, don’t fret!

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m just around!

“Not far at all! Hah, I’ll be there very soon. I promise I’ll heal Elder Mr. Hamerton!

“Silly child, what are you saying? No need to be courteous with me!”

Rowan put on his jacket and ran out as he spoke.

Charlie chuckled wryly on the spot. He looked at the two glasses of wine that were not even touched reluctantly before he sighed and went after his boss.

The pub was obviously a long way from Hamerton Manor!

Rowan kept urging Charlie to step down on the pedal on the way.

When they arrived at the manor, the living room was filled with people, but Rowan only had his eyes on Cordelia.

He smiled at her with a sense of duty and pride in being needed by his daughter and went up the stairs with his medical kit.

Zephyr watched him and could not help feeling sorry when he recalled the same man at Imperial Media who had argued with him and then left forlornly.

He turned to look at Cordelia and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her into his embrace with complicated feelings.

A while later, Rowan left the room, and everyone crowded around him instantly.

“Don’t worry.” Rowan sounded confident. “I’ve given Elder Mr. Hamerton acupuncture. He’ll be alright.”

He then handed a bottle of oils to Clark. “Let him take this twice a day and one pill each time.”

Clark took it and memorized what Rowan said dutifully.

“From what I see, Elder Mr. Hamerton’s embolism is due to over-nourishment,” said Rowan. “He mustn’t take those tonics anymore! I’ve taken a look at the residue. The ingredients are good, but the ratio is obviously wrong.

“Elder Mr. Hamerton’s senior in age now. How could he afford to be supplemented like this?”

Zephyr’s guard went up immediately, and he asked for the person in charge to send the tonic daily to be brought over.

A while later, the person came—it was a man who looked honest. He wore a Hamerton employee’s uniform and stood there cautiously. When he occasionally peeked at Zephyr, he quickly ducked his head down.

Zephyr found him to be familiar but could not recall who he was.

“Sir, he’s Lukas Welkie,” Clark told him. “Mr. Welkie’s nephew…”

Zephyr was alarmed.

Mr. Welkie was a butler in Gale Bay whose duty was to take care of Henry and Kate’s daily needs. How could it be him?

“Mr. Welkie’s nephew hasn’t found a job after graduating, so Mr. Welkie came to me to ask for a job for his nephew,” explained Clark. “So he was recruited into the Hamertons.”

Zephyr questioned icily, “Then what about the tonic? Does he know how to prescribe the ratio?”

“No, I don’t!” Lukas nearly fell to his knees as his eyes flitted around in guilty conscience.