Capítulo 413: Chapter 400: The Smith Family
The next morning, as the mist had yet to dissipate, Emily stood once again outside the gates of Zenthar. Just as she lifted her foot to walk in, she saw a long line ford at the entrance.
The guards were ticulously checking each visitor’s work ID, explaining in a stern tone, “Director Parker filed a report yesterday saying there was a theft in his office. We suspect a thief might have sneaked into Zenthar, so everyone must have matching identification to enter.”
A knowing glint flashed in Emily’s eyes; Henry was clearly determined not to hand over the secretly kept formula.
Not bothered, Emily returned to her clinic, simply waiting for Henry to co forward voluntarily.
By midday, Emily’s phone rang, displaying a string of unfamiliar numbers on the screen.
Emily answered, imdiately hearing Henry’s anxious, trembling voice, “Emily! It’s , Dad! Quickly take off the blacklist, I need to urgently talk to you!”
After hanging up yesterday, Henry felt increasingly uneasy. He finally took ti to go to the hospital for a check-up.
But when the results ca out, he was stunned—a diagnosis of early-stage liver cancer. The doctor specifically advised him to promptly undergo conservative treatnt to stabilize the condition.
In his panic, his first thought was to contact Emily, but he found he had already been blacklisted by her. After much hassle, he managed to reach her using another number.
Listening to Henry’s urgent tone, Emily didn’t waste words, simply replied, “Bring the formula and co to my clinic.”
An hour later, the clinic door was suddenly pushed open. Henry rushed in, drenched in sweat, barely catching his breath before pulling a neatly folded paper from his pocket and handing it to Emily.
“Here’s the formula, please see if you can save Dad.”
Emily took the paper, barely glanced at it before tearing it into bits, scattering the fragnts across the floor.
“Emily! Have you lost your mind?!”
Henry exploded instantly, about to rage when Emily’s cold gaze interrupted him, “You wouldn’t think I can’t recognize my mother’s handwriting, would you?”
This sentence froze Henry’s anger on his face. Is there an issue with the handwriting on this formula?
He forced himself to defend, “What do you an, fake? This is the one your mother left to . Why would I trick you with a fake?”
Emily didn’t engage further, pointed at the door, her tone hardening, “If you’re not willing to be honest, then leave imdiately. My clinic does not entertain people like you.”
Facing Emily’s firmness, Henry’s arrogance extinguished instantly, his face turned from anxious to mournful, stepping forward to grab Emily’s arm, his voice softening, “Emily, Dad’s not lying to you. Your mother left this one! If I say a single false word, let heaven strike with lightning!”
Emily watched his frightened yet earnest expression, which didn’t seem staged, her brows slightly furrowed, her tone softening, “Before preparing this formula for , have you shown it to anyone else?”
Henry hesitated, subconsciously averted his gaze, hesitated for half a minute before stamring, “No.”
“You better tell the truth.” Emily’s tone went somber again, “Let tell you, with early-stage liver cancer, there’s no other solution to completely cure it but my concoction.
I can ensure it won’t affect your work.
If you undergo hospital treatnt, it’s not as secure.”
Emily’s words struck Henry’s soft spot, his complexion turned pale, no longer daring to hide, he hurriedly nodded, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I indeed showed the formula to soone before!”
“Was it the middle-aged woman I t at your Zenthar entrance yesterday?” Emily quickly probed.
Henry nodded heavily, realizing at this point, his face grew even darker, “Could she have swapped the formula?”
“Who is she? Let find her.”
“Her na is Emily Smith…” Before Henry’s words fell, Emily had already stopped questioning, took off her white coat, and walked quickly towards the door, “Wait in the clinic, I’ll go find her.”
“No way! You can’t go!” Seeing this, Henry beca tense, instinctively rushing forward, blocking Emily’s path, his tone even pleaded, “That woman is not to be offended, you can’t afford to provoke her!”
Emily halted, her gaze fell on Henry’s tense face, and a hint of clarity flashed in her eyes, her tone calm yet piercing through the crux, “Her surna is Smith, she’s Charles Smith’s relative, right? If I’m not mistaken, she should be the Governor’s Wife.”
Across Zylos, with the surna Smith, one that could make Director Parker so cautious, and bring fear just by ntioning, it can only be The Smiths.
With Emily’s words, Henry’s face turned a shade paler,
“You know she’s a Smith, and you still dare to offend her? Do you understand the extent of The Smiths’ influence?”
Henry still insisted, clinging to Emily’s clothes, muttering with evident avoidance.
The Smith Family in Zylos has never been comparable to ordinary clans; it’s a genuinely ancient lineage rooted for nearly a millennium.
The Smiths and Carter Family are entirely different; Carter Family rose to prominence two years before and after the country’s founding. Although their current montum isn’t weak, their foundations are ultimately shallow, easily swayed by the wind.
But The Smiths are different, tracing back, they held eminent positions even during ancient feudal dynasties, generations occupying important roles, quietly gripping Zylos’ lifeline, long since becoming the “anchor” of this land.
The current governor’s stable position is no secret, heavily backed by The Smiths.
The rumor “Charles Smith will be the next governor’s successor” has never been idle chitchat, essentially, it’s the acknowledgnt of The Smiths’ strength, accepting this “inevitable outco.”
“If the formula passed through her hands and got swapped, I naturally need to find her.”
Emily’s tone remained calm, with no hint of retreat.
“Even as the Governor’s Wife, she can’t casually steal sothing from soone else.”
Towards Mrs. Smith, Emily felt neither good nor bad; she solely acknowledged one principle—to retrieve what belonged to her mother, no one can stop her.
“What do you an, steal? How can you say sothing like that!”
Henry was startled.
“What kind of status does Mrs. Smith have to care about your small formula? Besides, anything Mrs. Smith wants in Zylos, is there anything she can’t get?
If she asks, you’ll rush to give it, yet you dare to question her, truly ungrateful!”
Between Henry’s words, all was appeasent towards Mrs. Smith, along with discontent towards Emily’s “lack of understanding,” as if the wrong was never from those who swapped the formula, but from Emily wanting her belongings back.
Yet Emily seed not to hear him at all. Her fingertips touched the clinic’s doorknob, opening the door and walking out.
“Emily! Co back!”
Henry, anxious and angry, aside from saying more, bolted to catch up and stop her.
The two had just reached the elevator when “ding,” the elevator doors suddenly slid open, and within, a piercing scream erupted, shattering the silence of the corridor.
Emily’s steps paused abruptly, her nose detecting sothing amiss first.
A strong sll of blood was wafting from the elevator, inexplicably tightening one’s heart.
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