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Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 7

The way he said it was cryptic, but Pearl got it in a flash. After all, she was the one who sought out a top-notch doc to prescribe that powerful tonic soup - it was bound to do the trick.

Her usually frosty face broke into a smile in an instant, but she still chided him, "What are you, a wet-behind-the-ears kid? Ever heard of being gentle? Go buy it already. Actually, drag Rosemary along too. And if it looks bad, make a beeline for the hospital - don’t want an infection turning into a hot mess."

Under Pearl's earnest gaze, he ended up calling Rosemary, telling her to get dressed and come downstairs ASAP.

Rosemary, sensing something was off in his tone, thought something had happened and hurried down after throwing on some clothes.

What she didn't expect was to find Maxwell and Pearl standing face to face. His voice was low and detached, "You're not feeling well. Come with me to get some meds."

Rosemary thought to herself, “When did I feel unwell?”

A glance at Pearl and the penny dropped - it was a bust; she was being used as a human shield! She rolled her eyes at Maxwell without a second thought. Talked about a sneaky jerk!

Pearl, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling between them, was all wrapped up in joy. She noticed Rosemary's tight jeans and quickly advised, "Change into something loose now; tight clothes won’t do your wound any favors. It's hot out; covered up like that you're asking for an infection."

"Pearl, what are you saying?"

What was she going on about? She wanted to know where exactly she was supposed to be feeling unwell?

Maxwell, however, stretched out and pulled her over. Rosemary, caught off balance, stumbled into his arms and was held close, "We're heading out; get some rest, Mom."

Pearl shot him a look, "Rosemary's injured and you're still roughhousing? If our family doc was a woman, I'd have already called her over, no need for your help."

"Right," Maxwell responded nonchalantly, while Rosemary was out of it, forgetting to resist as he led her out with an arm around her waist.

"Hold on." Pearl suddenly remembered something important, scurried to the kitchen, and returned clutching a bag of tea, "If it works well, take it with you. Drink it every night."

Maxwell's lips were pressed slightly, "Leave it for Dad to drink."

Pearl was blunt, "Your dad doesn't need it."

So, was he that impressive without it, or it was beyond saving even with it? Was this something she should be overhearing?

Seeing Maxwell wouldn't take it, Pearl stuffed the bag into Rosemary's hands, "Get going. Don’t just buy meds; head to the hospital and get checked out."

Once they left the Templeton family’s mansion and got into the car, Rosemary finally got a chance to speak, "What exactly did you tell her?"

Maxwell had no desire to continue that topic. He glanced at the bag still in her embrace, his tone cool and mocking, "Really? Planning to take it with you and ask me to drink it every night?"

Rosemary, taken aback for a moment, then tossed it into the back seat like it was trash, not missing a chance to jab, "Just goes to show, a mother knows best. She's aware you don't cut it; even got your meds prepped."

"Not cut it?" Maxwell drove one-handed, savoring those words. He glanced at Rosemary again, "Then that first time, who ended up in the hospital needing stitches and laid up for days?"

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