Doctor, please check on Alatie,” Celeste salid calmly
Adrian stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
The atmosphere in the room immediately tensed up. However, Celeste remained calm, methodically packing up her things without so much as a flinch.
The doctor swiftly pulled out his stethoscope and checked Alaric’s vitals. As he listened to the elderly man’s breathing, his brows gradually lifted in astonishment. “There really has been improvement Mrs. Wrentond, your medical sidlis are extraordinary.”
Celeste offered the doctor a faint, courteous smile, then nodded at Alaric without a word.
“Doctor, are you sure my grandfather is okay?” Damien’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
In his mind, Celeste had always been nothing more than a hobbyist her medical skills little more than an amateur’s patchwork Even the hospital’s specialists had dared not try acupuncture on Alaric How had she succeeded?
When did she become someone so capable?
Lucy’s voice rang out, sharp with doubt. “Doctor, please check again. It’ll be difficult to explain if something happens after Ms. Marin leaves.”
“His condition has clearly stabilized. From what I can tell, there’s only one practitioner lown for clearing meridians this efficiently. She’s a legendary figure in traditional medicine circles–goes by the name Cloudy. Mrs. Wrenford, could it be that you’re connected to her?”
The doctor looked at Celeste in disbelief. His eyes were filled with admiration.
Every eye in the room tamed to Celeste.
She was prepared to leave, but she suddenly stopped at his words.
Cloudy.
That was her childhood nilsame. Her grandfather had given her that nickname, and no one but he had ever used it,
After his passing, she carried his teachings with her in silence–medicine was for healing, not fame. A true doctor brought health, not headlines.
For over a decade, she’d treated patients in secret under that name, with only a few aware of her identity. Annie had known. So had Gabriel Thome–her grandfather’s official apprentice, though he too had preferred anonymity. Over time, the world had assumed she was the sole heir to her grandfather’s legacy.
In truth, he had passed on his knowledge…but had never formally named her his apprentice.
“Don’t pass her if she doesn’t wish to answer,” Alaric interfected gently, sensing her reluctance.
A soft smile curved Celeste’s lips. “I’m afraid I don’t know the doctor you mentioned, we’ve never met. Now that Alaric’s doing better, I’ll take my leave. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if anything clunges
Lucy’s eyes narrowed, lips twitching with poorly concealed contempt.
She law it -Celeste was nothing more than a modest housewife who played with emeralds and dabbled in basic medicine. How could she possibly be connected to someone as revered as Cloudy?
“Tace Care, Celeste, Alaric said warmly, his gaze food as he watched her go.
Damien remained silent, watching her petreat with a growing unease. Something wasn’t adding up.
Just beyond the doorway, Adrian leaned causally against the wall, his figure salt–hidden in the shadows Her exit conte didn’t take İser past him..
His gaze followed her the whole way, cool and sharp, until the elevator doors closed beland her Then he reached into loss coat pocket, pulled out his phone, and made a quiet call,
“Mr. Wornford, do you need something?”
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