Early the next morning.
Rosemary was rudely awakened by a call from Kelly.
"Rose, a guy nad Mr. Sampson had so Nightshade delivered to the Piper Group, specifically for Kelly. He claims it’s a token of gratitude for her saving his life last night. Can you tell what the hell is going on?" Kelly was completely in the dark.
Rosemary, just out of bed, was still a bit dazed. "What did you say?"
"You didn’t manage to get the Nightshade last night, did you?" Kelly guessed. "Did you save soone, and in gratitude he bought the Nightshade for you?"
"Could it be that Mr. Sampson?" A handso man surfaced in Rosemary’s mind.
Last night, he had mistaken her for Kelly and thanked her for saving his life.
Rosemary briefly explained the situation to Kelly, who then understood.
"I knew it! I was on a plane the whole ti last night—I didn’t save anyone. I guessed it was you."
Now it made sense why soone would send Nightshade to the Piper Group and specifically ask for them to be delivered to Kelly.
"So that Mr. Sampson mistook you for ." Kelly couldn’t help but laugh. "Even though you didn’t get the Nightshade last night, it seems like your misfortune turned into a blessing. It’s like they say—good things happen to good people."
Rosemary didn’t expect that the Nightshade Murray said had been bought by a big shot would turn out to be Mr. Sampson.
What a coincidence.
But how did he guess that she wanted the Nightshade and was willing to give them to her?
Could it be because she helped him deal with those goons and detoxify him?
"Rose, did Mr. Sampson take a liking to you?" Kelly couldn’t help but ask. "He seems to be quite interested in you."
"Don’t talk nonsense."
"He knows what you like."
Rosemary sounded lazy. "Have the Nightshade delivered to Grandpa Beck at the university. I’ll go back tomorrow and study them."
"Sure, no problem." Kelly couldn’t help but gossip. "Rose, how old is this Mr. Sampson? Is he young? Handso? Sounds like he’s quite generous."
"You’ve seen him. He was the one who helped us on the cruise ship."
"Oh, it’s him." Kelly imdiately pictured the courteous figure. "He does look older than Roo, but he’s pretty handso and charming."
"Why are you comparing him to Roo?" Rosemary chatted with her for a bit longer before hanging up.
After washing up and eating breakfast, Murray called her.
"I’m very sorry. My friend’s contact also doesn’t have any Nightshade. If you can wait a bit longer, I’ll do my best to find so for you," Murray sounded apologetic.
"No need." Rosemary sounded lazy. "I don’t need it anymore."
Murray thought she was upset, so he hurriedly said, "The Nightshade my friend’s contact usually has were bought at a high price. If you can wait a few more days, I promise I’ll find so for you."
Rosemary found it amusing. "I really don’t need it anymore. I don’t want the Nightshade. I have other things to do. Talk to you later."
"Wait, wait."
Murray didn’t expect her to hang up so quickly. Did she think he was lying to her?
What if she refused to cooperate with him in the future?
While feeling anxious, Murray thought of another solution.
Not long after, Rosemary received a transfer of three million dollars. She checked the sender’s na, and it turned out to be Murray.
Has this guy lost his mind?
Imdiately after that, Murray sent her a ssage:
[This $3 million is a small token of apology for not being able to deliver Nightshade to you today as I promised. Please accept it.]
Rosemary was taken aback. Was this really happening?
[I’ll keep looking for Nightshade. Hold on to this $3 million for now and consider it as my apology. You don’t have to pay back. What I give to you is yours.]
Rosemary was speechless. She tried to transfer the money back to him but was blocked by him.
[Don’t try to transfer it back. You must accept it.]
Only by accepting it could there be possibilities for future collaboration—that was what Murray thought.
Rosemary was at a loss for words. Fine, since it was his "apology" to her, she’d accept it.
It was free money after all—why not?
After a while, she finished reading the last few pages of the dical records, then sent a ssage to Mark, saying he could pick her up earlier.
Mark was having breakfast. When he received the ssage, he stood up excitedly, left his breakfast unfinished, and drove out.
At the hotel entrance, Mark craned his neck looking for Rosemary. When he saw her coming out, he shouted excitedly, "Professor!"
He hurried over, wanting to help Rosemary with her luggage.
"No need, I can carry it myself."
"Professor, don’t be a stranger. Let handle this minor task," Mark insisted on carrying her luggage and even respectfully opened the car door for her.
Rosemary got in the car. Mark happily returned to the driver’s seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, and said, "Honestly, I never thought you’d be around and take the ti to co here. I’m really grateful."
"I’ve reviewed the patient’s dical records. Multiple drug therapies are needed. It’s not a big issue."
"Do you think there’s a chance of recovery?" Mark couldn’t help asking, emboldened. "What are the chances, according to you, Professor?"
"About ninety percent." Rosemary didn’t want to sound too sure, but she was actually fully confident.
Mark was overjoyed. As always, no matter how complex the disease was, the professor always had a solution.
The professor was really amazing!
"Professor..."
Before Mark could finish his sentence, Rosemary corrected him. "Just call Rosemary. I don’t deserve the title of professor."
After all, she was younger than Mark.
Mark knew calling her "professor" was his wishful thinking.
Years ago, in a highly complicated surgery, Mark was lucky enough to witness Rosemary’s dical prowess. Her surgical skills revived a life, leaving him deeply impressed.
Since then, he shalessly started calling Rosemary "professor." Considering his eagerness to learn, Rosemary did give him so guidance from ti to ti.
But she never expressed the intent of accepting him as a student.
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