Upon hearing this, Louisa was taken aback.
Her brother—he wasn’t one to just give things away, let alone such valuable herbs. Only if he really admired and appreciated the girl would he be so generous.
So, their precious daughter had gained her uncle’s approval and affection before this.
Louisa was both happy and puzzled.
"Rose, what do you need that for?"
"Soone close to is sick, and this is just the herb they need," Rosemary replied. She didn’t ntion the issue with Carol, preferring to let Clark confess to his parents himself.
"Rose, have you had your grandma check it out? Is her condition tricky?" Kenneth asked with concern.
Sampson smiled warmly.
"Rose has already prescribed the dication for the first three days. If all goes well, Mom should be completely better in one to three months."
"Really?" Kenneth and Louisa exclaid in unison. They knew this child would have a solution.
"I knew it. There’s no ailnt in the world that can stump you. Every patient that cos to you—no matter how serious—always seems to pull through," Kenneth said, all smiles, earning him a pinch on the thigh from Louisa.
He nearly let out a yelp and realized he had misspoken. He glanced at Rose and saw a flicker of sadness pass through her eyes, as if she were reminded of sothing from the past.
Kenneth quickly apologized.
"What I an is, your dical skills are superb. There’s nothing you—ah, no, that’s not what I ant. I was just trying to complint you."
"It’s okay," Rosemary smiled lightly. It had been such a long ti; she wasn’t going to dwell on the past. She knew her Grannie Grace would be heartbroken to see her upset.
"I’m just happy because your grandmother’s illness has been tricky, and despite seeing many doctors, there hasn’t been any improvent. It’s a relief you have a solution!"
Louisa quickly took Rosemary’s hand and said gently,
"You’ve done a great job. You’ve done your best for every patient, and you have nothing to be ashad of."
Sampson guessed that Rose must have encountered a patient she couldn’t save in the past—soone very important to her. That was why Kenneth and Louisa were so protective of her feelings.
Even Dr. Rose had patients she couldn’t save?
How desperate and heartbroken she must have felt.
Because she had reached the pinnacle of her profession—and if she couldn’t save them, then other doctors must be at a complete loss.
That kind of despair was like falling into a bottomless pit, with no one to pull her out.
The poor little girl had to bear such pain at such a young age.
"Rose, your parents will be staying at your uncle’s house for a few days. Why don’t you stay as well—at least long enough to see your grandmother?" Sampson invited sincerely.
"Yes, stay with us for a few days and see your grandmother," Louisa agreed. "I hope you’ll stay too."
"You ntioned earlier that you had other things to take care of. See if you can rearrange them—even staying for just one or two nights," Sampson said. He really liked his niece and wanted to spend as much ti with her as possible, looking for opportunities to treat her well.
"It’s quite a coincidence that we bumped into each other. It must be fate," Kenneth chuckled, also hoping his daughter would stay. "We can all leave together when it’s ti."
Rosemary thought for a mont, then nodded.
"Alright."
"Great," Sampson was thrilled. He called the butler over, whispered a few instructions, and soon the entire staff of the house appeared in a neat line.
Sampson beckoned Rosemary to his side, exuding the air of a family patriarch. He looked at the dozens of servants and introduced Rosemary very seriously:
"This is my niece, Rosemary. From now on, treat her as you would —with utmost respect."
"Yes, sir," the staff bowed in unison, then turned to Rosemary and greeted her respectfully.
"Hello, Ms. Rose."
"Hello, everyone."
Facing this crowd of staff, Rosemary didn’t flinch. It was as if she were used to such grandeur, and her presence towered over everyone else.
Sampson could tell—this kid was definitely not ordinary. At such a young age, her presence was already so powerful.
He patted his niece on the shoulder, speaking in a tone of tender affection.
"Rose, from now on, this is also your ho. Feel free to visit whenever you want."
"Thank you, Uncle Sampson."
"Silly girl, don’t be a stranger. I’m your uncle, after all." Sampson then instructed his staff to prepare the largest room for Rosemary to rest. anwhile, he sought to catch up with his sister and brother-in-law about his niece’s situation.
Once settled, Rosemary called Grandpa Beck to briefly fill him in on what had happened.
Chuckling, Grandpa Beck said,
"My dear, it’s all in the hands of fate. Destiny brought you to et your uncle and even save your grandmother. It’s all about family. One way or another, you’ll always reunite. Just like a carousel—you will eventually co full circle."
Rosemary also found the concept of fate fascinating. No wonder she had felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she first t Sampson.
It turned out he was her real uncle.
"Don’t worry about Carol’s illness. I’m already on it, and I promise to have a solution in a few days."
With Nightshade, everything else was manageable.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
"No trouble at all, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty of ti on my hands—it’s nice to have sothing to do. You stay there as long as you need and spend ti with your family. You’re always so busy disappearing for months at a ti. Now your uncle will have to wait for your visits," Grandpa Beck laughed heartily.
After a bit more small talk, Rosemary ended the call.
The room Sampson had set up for her took up half of the third floor, providing an excellent view. The scenery was captivating.
Standing on the balcony, she could see her parents and uncle still sitting where they had been, deep in conversation.
The wind gently stirred her long hair, and the servant, coming to deliver her toiletries, froze at the sight.
This girl was breathtakingly beautiful—and so refined.
There was an air of grace and elegance about her that was utterly captivating.
Rosemary noticed soone behind her and turned to see the friendly servant with short hair.
"Ms. Rose, you are really beautiful." The servant, May, put down the toiletries and said cheerfully,
"I was thrilled to hear you are Mr. Sampson’s niece. If you need anything, just let know."
"May," Rosemary repeated her na and said softly, "Thank you."
"You’re too kind, Ms. Rose. From the mont I saw you, I really liked you! Your dical skills are amazing, and you’re so beautiful—not like any other rich girls."
With that, May couldn’t help but ask,
"Can I take a picture with you?"
Rosemary smiled and nodded.
Delighted, May quickly took out her phone.
"Don’t worry, I have lots of beauty apps."
Of course, with Rosemary’s natural beauty, she didn’t need any digital enhancent. But out of courtesy, May still opened a beautifying cara app and took a couple of selfies with Rosemary.
In the photos, Rosemary was stunning. Her features were flawless, and her gentle smile was captivating. Standing next to her, May was smiling radiantly.
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