Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751 You Don’t Have to Go Anymore

The front door stood open Thomas stepped inside first, with Elower following close behind.

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The clinic was small. A long table and a few chairs sat near the entrance, and dried herbs hung from the walls, filling the air with a bitter, clean sent. But the place was empty.

Rows of medicine bottles were scattered across the table, varying in size but arranged with incredible neatness. Elowen casually picked one up and turned it over.

When she saw the bottom, her pupils dilated.

Etched into the base of the bottle was a twinleaf. Right beside it was another mark–a tiny fingerprint.

A child’s fingerprint.

Elowen’s eyes slowly welled with tears.

Dr. Wren really was her grandfather.

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Thomas noticed her strange behavior. Frowning at her, he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Elowen didn’t answer. Instead, she turned on her heel and stroked out of the clinic.

An old man with a white beard was sitting outside next door. Elowen approached him. “Excuse me, sir, why is there no one in Dr. Wren’s clinic today?”

The old man was hard of hearing and didn’t catch it at first. Once Elowen repeated herself, he let out a slow, drawn–out, “Oh, Dr. Wren? He left last night.”

Elowen’s brow furrowed. “Left? Where did he go?”

The old man thought about it for a moment. “Said he was heading north to visit his wife.”

At the mention of his wife, Elowen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What is going on?” Thomas asked, completely bewildered as he followed her outside.

Clutching the medicine bottle tightly, Elowen said, emphasizing every word, “We need to head north immediately.”

Thomas stared at her, caught off guard. “North? Where to?”

“Kingsport.”

Thomas frowned even deeper. “Weren’t we going to see the city governor so you could join the prince’s estate as a concubine? Your leg isn’t even healed yet. If Dr. Wren is gone, we can just find another doctor…”

“No,” Elowen cut him off.

Thomas eyed her, his gaze filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

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2:33 pm pppp.

Chapter 75+ You Don’t Have to Go Anymore

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This woman had been acting strange ever since she set foot in the clinic. Her reaction to those medicine bottles on the table wasn’t that of a patient looking for a cure–it was more like someone reuniting with an old friend.

On the carriage ride back to the Whitman house, Thomas finally hit his limit. “Who exactly is Dr. Wren to you?”

“The man who saved my life,” Elowen replied coldly. “If it weren’t for him, I would have died years ago.”

Thomas still wasn’t buying it. “You know, a lot of what you say is hard to believe.”

Elowen idly twirled the medicine bottle in her hand, her tone casual. “And you, Thomas, are far too paranoid. If you never intended to believe me from the start, why bother asking? And since you did ask, you really have no right to question my answer.” She paused, then added, “Besides, you’re my servant now. A servant who questions his master is usually dragged out and beaten to death.”

Thomas choked on his words. He wanted to fire back, but as his mouth opened, he realized he had absolutely nothing to say.

She was right. He was the one who begged her to take him along, and he was the one who had promised to do whatever she said.

His jaw clenched tight, but in the end, he kept his mouth shut.

Elowen nodded, thoroughly satisfied.

By the time they returned to the Whitman house, noon had already passed.

Betty sat in the shade by the kitchen door, her vacant eyes staring into nothingness, the tear stains on her face already dried. Emma crouched at her feet, occasionally glancing up at her before looking back down, her small hand gently stroking the back of Betty’s hand over and over. Ethan was nowhere to be found, likely off playing somewhere. Robert sat on a stone bench with his head bowed, lost in thought.

Hearing the carriage approach, Robert looked up. He blinked, momentarily startled to see Elowen and Thomas climbing down, as if he had only just remembered they had gone to town.

“How did it go?” Robert asked, his voice hoarse. “What did Dr. Wren say?”

“Dr. Wren wasn’t there. He went up north.”

Robert let out a faint murmur of acknowledgment, not pressing for details.

Elowen walked into the center of the yard, her eyes sweeping over the place she had called home for the past few days. Smoke was still rising from the kitchen chimney, and the porridge on the stove was likely burnt by now–Betty hadn’t stepped foot in the kitchen since fainting this morning, and no one else had bothered to look after it. Emma’s hair had come undone and was left unbraided, tossing wildly in the wind.

Elowen averted her gaze. “Robert,” she said, “I’m leaving.”

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