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Viola Thompson looked at Steward Dalton, “Steward, please wait a moment.”

“Do you have any other instructions?”

Perhaps due to Sylvia Thompson being more present, Steward Dalton didn’t have a particular fondness for the newly-returned young mistress.

With Viola Thompson, He always kept things professional.

But for Sylvia Thompson, he was as affectionate as a grandfather.

Viola Thompson continued, “Have you been suffering from a cough for many years?”

Steward Dalton was stunned and then looked at Viola Thompson with surprise.

Before Steward Dalton could react, Viola Thompson’s voice sounded again, “Your coughing seems to be better during the day but it worsens at night, sometimes to the point where you can’t sleep. Am I right?”

Yes!

Indeed, absolutely right!

What Viola Thompson said was right on the mark.

Steward Dalton looked at Viola Thompson, “Young Miss, how how did you tell?”

“Traditional Chinese Medicine relies on observing, listening, inquiring, and palpating. I happen to know a bit about it,” at this point, Viola Thompson paused, continuing: “Steward, wait a moment, I happen to have some suitable medicine. I’ll get it for you.”

With these words, Viola Thompson turned and walked inside the house.

Soon, she emerged from her bedroom with a blue medicine bottle in hand, presenting it to the steward, “Here, take this medicine once a day before bed, it should have effects within three days.”

“Thank you, Young Miss,” Steward Dalton said.

“You’re Welcome.”

Steward Dalton did not take this matter to heart.

Firstly, he did not believe that the medicine Viola Thompson gave would be effective.

Secondly, Viola Thompson was too young.

Plus, young mistresses like Viola Thompson usually looked down on servants. What if this was some kind of game for Viola Thompson?

Nevertheless, bothered by his insomnia due to coughing at night, Steward Dalton eventually took out the medicine Viola Thompson gave.

Maybe give it a try!

What if it actually worked!

As long as it’s not lethal, it’s worth trying.

By now, he could only hope for a miracle.

His wife, Mei, seeing Steward Dalton take the medicine, inquired curiously, “What kind of medicine is this? There isn’t even a label.”

“Young Miss Thompson from the Thompson Clan gave it to me,” Steward Dalton replied.

Curious, Mei asked, “Is she a doctor?”

Steward Dalton shook his head.

“You dare to take medicine not prescribed by a doctor? What if there are side effects?” Mei frowned slightly.

“If I have to choose between dying from the effects of a medicine and dying of sleep deprivation, I’d rather choose the former”

Insomnia was indeed unbearable.

Despite feeling extremely tired, one just couldn’t fall asleep.

Rolling around in bed.

He was already fed up with this feeling.

With that, Steward Dalton swallowed a pill.

He thought he would feel better after swallowing the pill, but it didn’t seem to have any effect at all.

The hope in Steward Dalton’s eyes gradually faded.

Another sleepless night!

On the other side.

Cynthia Wilkins recounted the issues she’d been dealing with over the last few days to Bryant.

“It really irritates me, I was clearly just trying to help her, but look at her!” Cynthia Wilkins was very angry, “She makes it seem like I’m concocting stories out of thin air! She even accused me of conspiring with Viola!”

Bryant wasn’t bothered at all, continuing: “Claire is totally blinded by love, otherwise she wouldn’t have chosen that social climber Benjamin Martin. There’s no point in you getting angry with them.”

Over the years, Bryant had a clear understanding of what kind of person Benjamin Martin was.

Claire was in love and thus blinded.

Cynthia Wilkins sighed, “I don’t care if she badmouths me, but how dare she slander Viola, that’s something I can’t stand.”

Despite Viola Thompson’s good intentions,

She was portrayed by Claire as a manipulator.

Especially since it was Cynthia who had recommended Viola.

“Who asked you to meddle in other’s business?” Bryant, taking delight in the pending chaos, said, “Whether they want to have children or not, is none of your concern!”

“With all due respect, you’re not helping at all,” venting her frustration, Cynthia continued, “No, I must get involved in this. I will make Claire apologize to Viola!”

Otherwise.

She really couldn’t swallow this bitterness!

“I advise you to stay out of their business,” Bryant flipped a page of his newspaper, “Benjamin Martin is very detail-oriented and careful in his actions, there is no way he’ll leave traces for you to follow. Stop nosing around other people’s lives.”

“You don’t need to worry about my business,” Cynthia Wilkins revealed her plan, “I’ll talk to Claire again tomorrow.”

“Suit yourself,” said Bryant, who couldn’t care less about such women’s matters.

The next day, Cynthia Wilkins visited the Phils family.

Although she was upset with Cynthia Wilkins for targeting Benjamin Martin, Claire knew that they were good friends for many years and, moreover, Benjamin was right, whatever Cynthia said was for her own good.