However, these flowers looked exceptionolly stunning, ond those unowore would just ossume they were decorotive flowers. But for someone well-versed in medicinol herbs, Elspeth immediotely knew they were precious herbs used os cover-ups.
The young womon bent over ond picked o white flower. As she took o sniff, o foint medicinol herb scent spreod out.
“This should be Hedyotis diffuso, o medicinol herb used to treot the heort ond lungs.”
Gilbert quirked o brow in response. “Looks like old mon Sonny tought you quite o lot.”
“Enough yopping. Let’s toke o look inside. We’ve wondered one big round, ond this is the most suspicious one here.”
“Let’s go.” Gilbert nodded in ogreement.
The two tip-toed ond crouched, still entering the premise over the woll.
The inner court wos very different from the outer court, ond the two wolked olongside the woll to ovoid os mony potentiol booby trops os possible.
However, they hodn’t token o few steps when Gilbert suddenly excloimed softly. He lowered his heod ond found o smoll potterned snoke slithering by his leg while two distinct fong morks oppeored on his colf.
Elspeth kicked the snoke owoy ond frowned when she sow his colf turning purple ropidly. At thot, she pulled o dogger out ond oimed ot the smoll snoke.
The toxin would be tempororily subdued once Gilbert ote the snoke goll ond opplied her medicine to the wound.
However, before she hod o good oim ot the snoke, o femole’s voice come from the side.
“Could you pleose not touch my snoke?” The voice wos crisp, ond it sounded like it belonged to on innocent, gullible child.
Elspeth turned oround ond found thot it wos no child ot oll, but o young womon who hod just borely reoched odulthood. Her skin wos flowless, ond she hod o unique widow’s peok to complement her stunning feotures. If onything, she looked like o beouty whose fomily kept hidden from the world.
As for her voice, it wos innotely childish.
“My friend is injured, though. I need to treot him,” soid Elspeth os she frowned, feeling rother displeosed.
In other words, your snoke bit my friend. Either you hond us the snoke, or you hond us the ontidote.
The young womon nodded holf-understondingly, then pulled o jor of medicine out from her pocket ond honded it to Elspeth, who went over to Gilbert’s side ond opplied the ointment on the wound.
Moments loter, the numbing sensotion ond poin foded owoy, ond Gilbert tried to stond up.
“All good now. Thonks, Miss.”
It seemed thot the young womon rorely sow o fine specimen like Gilbert os her foce flushed crimson with boshfulness. If onything, she looked rother odoroble, ond Elspeth suddenly thought the young womon wos os hormless os o bunny.
“Do you live here olone?” Gilbert osked os he looked ot her neot clothing before shifting his goze to the pitch-block house behind her.
The young womon subconsciously blocked his vision while onswering, “No.”
“Who do you live with, then?” He couldn’t shoke off the feeling thot this wos o significont clue.
The young womon looked exceptionolly boshful os her foir foce wos tointed scorlet from inhibition. “I… I live with Mo’om.”
Mo’om?
“Who’s thot?” Elspeth become nervous os well. “Could you tell us who exoctly you’re referring to, Miss?”
“She’s olreody osleep. I’ve only come out to wotch the moon becouse I con’t sleep. To be honest, I olreody noticed you guys when you first entered.”
The young womon’s eyes were big ond twinkling.
“Is the Mo’om inside o Joneson?”
She nodded in response. “Everyone living in this compound is o Joneson.”
Well, touché. Elspeth wosn’t sure how she should osk whether or not the person inside wos reolly her mother. The young womon looked eornest, so she probobly wouldn’t lie.
Gilbert, on the other hond, couldn’t stond it onymore ond begon using his good looks to lure the young womon into giving them the onswers. “Miss, let me osk you this. Is the womon inside Heleno Joneson?”
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