The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 

James felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, eventually giving in and deciding to write a small digital sum later–it was like he had been charged a fee. 

Romeo whipped out his phone and said, “I’ve got to find out where I can get some Cinnamomum tenuis.” 

“Mr McMillan, why would you need that?” Carl was puzzled. 

Romeo’s gaze turned serious. “It’s for my Grandma’s illness 

Carl immediately started looking 

The next morning, he called Romeo and asked, “Mr. McMillan, I finally got a lead, Cinnamomum tenuis has been spotted in the triangular zone before, but that place is a real danger zone. We’ve got contacts there, but it’s risky as hell, I’d advise against it.” 

Romeo’s expression darkened further. Triangular zone? It’s there? 

“Mr McMillan, what if it’s just a wild goose chase? How about we look for alternative medicine, something that can replace Cinnamomum tenuis?” “We’re running out of time.” 

Trying out different options blindly–who knew how long that would take? They might as well get their hands on Cinnamomum tenuis; at least that could save his Granny. 

“Set it up, we’re heading to the triangular zone.” 

“Wait, what?” Carl was taken aback; he didn’t expect Mr. McMillan to actually consider going there. “Is Shirley’s condition worsening?” 

“Yes, we don’t have much time left.” 

Hearing this, Carl finally understood why Mr. McMillan wanted to go there. 

On the way to drop off Arabella at work, Romeo noticed the injury on her right wrist had not only not healed but seemed to have gotten worse. He asked worriedly, “What happened?” 

He had been applying the best medicine daily; it was impossible for it to have no effect. 

“Have you been using your hand a lot lately? Playing the piano? Or drafting designs?” 

Arabella pulled back her hand, casually replying, “Just been a bit busy at work.” 

In reality, she had been working all night at Villa Cascada, tweaking the medicine to help Granny. Indeed, she had overused her hand. 

“Don’t you dare overwork yourself.” Romeo tenderly wiped her hand and said, “I have to go abroad for a couple of days. When I return, I hope your hand will be all healed up, okay?” 

“Sure.” Arabella didn’t expect him to have to leave the country. She had been wondering how she would make up an excuse to go to the triangular zone. 

Looked like an opportunity had just presented itself. 

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of myself.” 

Hearing her say this and looking at her expression, Romeo raised an eyebrow and said, “Why do I get the feeling that you’re a tad too happy about this?” 

He’s leaving, and she’s happy? Was he imagining things? 

“You’re mistaken.” Arabella responded nonchalantly, “I’m not happy.” 

Was that so? 

Just now, her lips were definitely curved into a smile. 

Arriving at the office door, Romeo packed up the medicine and handed it to her, saying, “Just like before, apply it once in the morning and once at night. First, apply this one, then this one. Try not to get it wet.”