She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 1026

At the same time, the rankings on the MedGenius Elite app shifted once again.

"Schrödinger's Pill" moved up to eighth place.

In the southern district of Averin, there was a picturesque piece of private land.

It belonged to the Whitmore family.

This sprawling estate was styled much like a high-end luxury resort.

The first thing that caught the eye was a magnificent three-story mansion.

In front of it sat an intricate fountain system, illuminated by dazzling, multicolored lights.

Not far off were an outdoor pool and an equestrian track.

Behind the mansion lay several Zen-style hot spring pools.

Further out, there were orchards and a medicinal herb garden, with a fishing pier down by the water.

A short distance from the main house stood a fully equipped private clinic, built exclusively to serve the master of the estate.

It was safe to say the entire resort had been designed for just one person.

That person was Preston Whitmore's grandfather, Arthur Whitmore.

"Mr. Preston, you're here!"

Butler Rodney's face broke into a massive smile the moment he saw Preston.

Rodney was the veteran butler of the Whitmore family, having served Arthur for many years.

When Preston was officially brought back into the Whitmore fold four years ago, Rodney had been absolutely thrilled.

Even though Preston wouldn't call himself particularly close to the man, he knew Rodney cared for him deeply.

"Mr. Whitmore will be so happy to see you."

"It's my fault for being so busy with work. I rarely get the chance to visit my grandfather."

Hearing Preston say that, Rodney quickly shook his head.

"Not at all. He prefers the quiet anyway. When he decided to move out here four years ago, he specifically told everyone in the family to visit less. Even Lady Whitmore complains that he's too reclusive!"

Despite being the same age, Tessa looked far more fashionable; with a little effort, she always appeared radiant.

In contrast, Arthur, dressed entirely in black with a head of striking white hair, looked like a man from a bygone century.

He wore a string of high-quality agarwood beads around his wrist—understated, yet radiating a distinct, timeless elegance.

At Rodney's words, Arthur looked up and met Preston's gaze.

It was only then that a gentle, grandfatherly smile softened his stern features.

"Preston, you're here."

Arthur's voice was calm.

Preston's reaction was equally subdued.

In truth, it wasn't just Rodney; everyone in the Whitmore family felt that Preston and Arthur were essentially cut from the same cloth.

It wasn't just their facial features, but their entire aura.

Like Arthur, Preston rarely smiled and kept his words sparse, as if he had deliberately isolated himself from the rest of the world.