Roo knew his presence was not well-suited for the mont.
"I’ll head in first then?"
Rosemary nodded, turning towards the villa.
Roo watched her silhouette disappear into the house before pulling out his cell phone to reply to his brothers’ ssages.
Old Mrs. Griffith, on the sickbed, was emotionally stirred—several tis opening her mouth to speak, only to be too overco to utter a word. Her hand was trembling, as if trying to grasp onto sothing.
"Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. Just take a mont to calm down, take it easy," Louisa, holding her mother’s hand, urged anxiously. "Just relax."
"Yeah, Grandma, take it easy. Don’t rush," Serena chid in.
Old Mrs. Griffith looked around the room filled with her family: her daughter and son-in-law, her son, her grandchildren, and her most cherished granddaughter Serena, whom she had adored for eighteen years.
Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down silently.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Kenneth quickly reached for a tissue to wipe her tears. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Old Mrs. Griffith gazed at Serena with tear-filled eyes, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Serena, too, was on the verge of tears. She knew her grandmother loved her the most. Among her five brothers, she was the one most pampered.
When she was a child, if her brothers misbehaved, their grandmother would scold them. But when Serena made a ss, her grandmother would only laugh heartily.
Rumor had it, her mother had already told her grandmother the truth.
Were her grandmother’s tears regret for the eighteen years of love she had given her, or were they because she couldn’t bear to part with her beloved granddaughter?
Perhaps due to the emotional upheaval, Old Mrs. Griffith suddenly found herself gasping for breath.
Her panting was heavy and exaggerated, like a fish out of water.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Mom!" Louisa was imdiately thrown into a panic.
"Quick, get the nurse!"
As soon as Sampson finished speaking, May piped up, "The nurse went to take a shower. I told her I could keep an eye on things here. I didn’t expect the Lady to wake up all of a sudden."
May regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.
Old Mrs. Griffith’s face had turned a shade of red from oxygen deprivation. Her emotional outburst, coupled with the lack of oxygen, had caused her to hyperventilate, making her body shake uncontrollably.
"Everybody, step back!"
A voice rang out urgently.
Upon hearing Rosemary’s voice, everyone felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off their chests.
The crowd parted to make way for Rosemary. Seeing the state Old Mrs. Griffith was in, Rosemary imdiately instructed, "May, go get my acupuncture kit from my room."
"Right away!" May dashed off to her room.
Rosemary quickly pressed a few acupressure points on Old Mrs. Griffith. When May returned with the acupuncture kit, Rosemary swiftly applied the needles.
Soon, Old Mrs. Griffith’s hyperventilation ceased, and her body slowly cald down. Her eyes, however, filled with tears again as she looked at Rosemary.
"Rose, is Grandma going to be okay?" Louisa asked worriedly.
"She’s fine. It’s just too crowded here, and she got too emotional," Rosemary took Old Mrs. Griffith’s pulse and continued, "It’s not serious."
"That’s good, that’s good," Louisa let out a sigh of relief.
Just as Rosemary was about to withdraw her hand, Old Mrs. Griffith on the bed suddenly gripped her wrist.
Rosemary looked at her in surprise, only to see Old Mrs. Griffith’s tear-filled eyes staring at her.
Rosemary could see a myriad of emotions flickering in her grandmother’s eyes. She gently started, "Grandma, since this is the first ti we’ve t since you woke up, allow to introduce myself. My na is Rosemary, and I’ve been back in this family for about half a year now."
Belinda Griffith’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling as she whispered, "The second ti."
Rosemary furrowed her brows in confusion.
"The first ti, you saved by the roadside."
Belinda’s voice quivered, her tears trickling down her cheeks. "I rember you. It was you who saved ."
Of all the cars that whizzed past, not one stopped to help—only Rosemary had extended a helping hand.
Belinda still rembered how weak she had felt, barely able to keep her eyes open due to lack of oxygen, her head spinning with discomfort.
Yet, Rosemary’s appearance was like a breath of fresh air, a sight for sore eyes.
This girl—she was incredibly beautiful, much like her daughter in her younger days.
However, this child had a stronger aura than her young daughter did, and her features were even more stunning.
Rosemary’s eyes softened. It was unexpected that her grandma had noticed her back then.
"No wonder Mom told she saw a girl who looked a lot like ," Louisa suddenly realized. "She was talking about Rose, not hallucinating."
"All of us missed you, Mom," Kenneth grinned. "We’re really overjoyed that you’ve woken up."
"Yeah, once again Rose saved you," Sampson chid in with a smile. "Including this ti, she saved you four tis."
"Four tis?" Belinda was taken aback. Wasn’t it only twice? When were the other two tis that she had no recollection of?
"The first ti was by the roadside."
"The second ti she ca here, took your pulse, and prescribed dication."
"The third ti was when you learned about the baby mix-up, and you fainted in shock."
"The fourth ti was just now."
Belinda was surprised. She hadn’t expected her own granddaughter to have saved her four tis.
"Do you know that she’s the renowned Dr. Bell that everyone’s been talking about?"
As soon as Sampson finished speaking, Belinda was even more surprised.
She had heard the na Dr. Bell countless tis during her search for treatnt.
She hadn’t expected such a mysterious figure in the dical field to be her own granddaughter.
"Rose is an exceptional doctor. She’s confident she can cure your disease."
Sampson’s words once again left Belinda in disbelief. She knew very well how serious her condition was.
But her granddaughter could.
"Really?" Belinda turned to Rosemary, her eyes wide in disbelief, as if waiting for an answer.
Everyone around her was smiling, including her grandsons.
"Grandma, you may not believe what other quacks say, but everyone’s witnessed Rose’s dical skills."
"If she says it’s possible, then there’s definitely no problem."
"Don’t be fooled by her young age—she knows a lot."
"You’ll realize, after spending so ti with her, that she is a treasure trove of knowledge."
"Alright, stop babbling. Let Grandma have a good chat with Rose," Louisa chided.
Belinda hadn’t expected her grandsons to hold such high regard for Rosemary. It seed that they all got along quite well over the past days.
"Are you a dical student?" Belinda asked.
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