"Most importantly, the Ghost Doctor's medicine is incredibly rare. If you don't drink it, Grandpa… wouldn't that be a waste of Isabella's heartfelt devotion? And a waste of such precious medicine…"
Old Mr. Blackwood naturally understood the value associated with the Ghost Doctor's name.
He was also well aware that acquiring his medicine, even by winning an auction at any price, required considerable effort.
Old Mr. Blackwood's expression softened slightly, and he glanced at Patton.
Patton understood the cue and stepped forward to take the thermos from Isabella's hands.
Isabella's heart had sunk due to Old Mr. Blackwood's attitude toward Serena.
Now, seeing that he was willing to drink the soup she had brought, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Old Mr. Blackwood accepted her gesture.
Then he would be in her debt.
And that meant she still had a chance to get him on her side.
She watched Old Mr. Blackwood with hopeful eyes.
Patton opened the lid of the thermos.
The rich aroma of chicken soup immediately wafted out, but… mixed in with the savory scent was a strong, unpleasant medicinal odor.
The smell…
…was not pleasant at all.
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