13: Chapter 13 What Does a Dying Person Have to Fear?
13: Chapter 13 What Does a Dying Person Have to Fear?
Study.
Lucas Shaw inford Master Shaw about Serena Sumrs’s identity.
Even Master Shaw, who had weathered countless storms, couldn’t help but be shocked for a mont.
His gaze swept over Serena, and his eyes instantly reddened with emotion.
Nodding vigorously, he said, “It seems that fortune teller was right; as long as you can find a girl with a compatible zodiac sign to bring joy, you’re sure to live a long life.”
Lucas Shaw knitted his brows and reminded, “Grandfather, Serena and I are getting married, it’s not for the sake of bringing joy.”
“No matter what agreent you had with the Sumrs Family initially, Serena is now my wife.
A legitimate wife.”
“Alright, alright, it’s not about bringing joy.
I misspoke.”
Master Shaw approached Serena and asked with difficulty while trying to hold back his emotions, “Serena, truth be told, our Shaw Family has been searching for your master all these years.
The poison in Lucas’s body can’t wait any longer.”
Serena shook her head uncomfortably, “My master isn’t in the country.
He went to the F country to see friends and I don’t know when he’ll return.”
Master Shaw was stunned for a mont, then his eyes dropped despondently.
The slight spark of hope that just rose in his heart was instantly extinguished by cold water.
Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, his expression seemingly unchanged, as if he had already resigned himself to fate.
Just then, Serena suddenly changed her tone and said, “However, I can try.”
Serena looked at Lucas Shaw, her clear eyes sparkling, “If you trust , I can help you.”
“Nonsense!” Master Shaw opposed sternly, “I’ve consulted nurous renowned doctors from ho and abroad over the years and none could cure Lucas.
How could you, so young, have such ability?”
Serena was only just twenty years old.
The dical experts and scholars he had t, who had made contributions to dicine, were almost all in their fifties or sixties.
Curing illnesses also depends on experience.
“I’m not joking.
What my master knows, I know too.
Grandfather, I’m really capable!”
Master Shaw still shook his head with a serious face.
He couldn’t trust Serena’s capabilities, nor did he want his grandson to take the risk.
However, Lucas Shaw, to everyone’s surprise, agreed.
“Grandfather, let her try.”
Master Shaw stared at Lucas Shaw, “Why are you also fooling around with this girl?”
Lucas Shaw lifted his eyelids, a touch of nonchalance in his voice, “I’m a man on the brink of death anyway, what do I have to fear?
Let’s give it a try…
what if it works?”
In fact, he didn’t harbor much hope for the outco.
As a child, he had fantasized about living a normal life.
But what he got in return was disappointnt, ti and again.
He was a dying man anyway, what’s the harm in trying?
Even if it failed, could it be worse than now?
Lucas Shaw’s lips curled slightly, his cool deanor hiding an indescribable coldness.
Serena felt the shift in Lucas Shaw’s emotions and quickly hugged his arm, her tone firm, “I will definitely cure you.”
Lucas Shaw looked down into a pair of slightly reddened eyes.
Those clear and bright eyes brimd with worry and determination.
Lucas Shaw felt a warmth in his heart and uttered a low “Hmm” in response.
Seeing his grandson’s resolute attitude, Master Shaw sighed deeply in his heart.
This stubbornness, whose did he inherit it from?
“Serena, how confident are you?
Can you really cure Lucas completely?”
Serena raised her hand to her chin and pondered for a mont, “Probably around…
seventy percent.
But it might take so ti.”
“Honey, don’t worry, even if I can’t cure you completely, extending your life by thirty or forty years is no problem.
Trust !”
Lucas Shaw watched Serena patting her small chest with a solemn look, and couldn’t help but bend his lips into a smile.
Thirty or forty years of life.
It was sothing the old him wouldn’t even dare to dream of.
But the girl in front of him spoke of it casually, so confidently.
Without the slightest hesitation or doubt.
“Yeah, I trust you.”
Master Shaw looked at the two of them, sowhat at a loss for words.
These two, truly one dares to speak, and the other dares to believe.
Forget it.
Let them be.
As long as there is a glimr of hope, it can’t be missed.
“Grandfather, I’ll need so paper and a pen.”
Lucas Shaw walked around the desk behind him, raising his hand to take out a sheet of white paper and a fountain pen.
“What are you going to do?”
Lucas Shaw didn’t answer, his well-defined hand clutching the fountain pen, swiftly writing a few lines on the white paper.
Serena was once again smitten with Lucas Shaw.
Her husband…
even his writing is so handso!
The tall figure of the man was slightly bent over, the suit on his body a bit wrinkled due to the slight leaning movent.
Yet there was an indescribable sexiness and elegance.
Serena clenched her fist secretly.
She must cure him!
Soon, Lucas Shaw put down the pen, and as he lifted his gaze, he t Serena’s shining eyes.
He chuckled inwardly.
Does she like him that much?
To the point that…
she can stare at him and daydream all the ti.
“Co here.”
Lucas Shaw beckoned.
Serena hurried forward.
Lucas Shaw handed her the paper in his hand, saying with a grave tone, “A waiver.
If any accidents occur during the treatnt or if the results are unsatisfactory, it is Mr.
Lucas Shaw’s personal choice, and Miss Serena Sumrs bears no responsibility.”
Serena gazed at the waiver in her hands, for a mont unsure of what to say.
Is this…
the feeling of being trusted unconditionally?
Lucas Shaw lifted his hand and tousled Serena’s hair, speaking softly, “Sign it, just in case.”
He trusted Serena, but not the Shaw Family.
Downstairs.
Elena Ryan was distracted.
Sitting on the sofa, she occasionally glanced towards the direction of the upstairs study.
After about ten or fifteen minutes, Master Shaw finally ca down from upstairs.
Elena Ryan quickly stood up and approached.
A touch of anxiousness appeared on her typically graceful and elegant face, “Dad, what did you talk about?
What about Lucas?”
Master Shaw pointed upstairs and whispered to Elena Ryan, “It’s settled that Lucas and Serena are married.
I’m very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law; you should be more careful with your words and actions in the future.”
Seeing the change in Elena’s expression, Master Shaw added, “I know you never liked Lucas since you were young, but he just got his marriage certificate today.
You, as his mother, if you can’t be pleasant, at least don’t deliberately make things difficult.”
Elena opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to retort, but Master Shaw no longer looked at her and turned to instruct the butler, “Buy back these dicinal ingredients listed here as soon as possible.”
Mr.
White knew Serena’s identity, and upon hearing that they needed to buy dicinal herbs, his eyes imdiately lit up.
He quickly took the papers, “I will go right now.”
Good.
There was hope for the young master!
Upstairs.
Serena hugged Lucas Shaw’s arm, her soft body leaning against the man’s arm.
Yet her eyes were clear and bright.
As if she had no idea that her actions were unusually intimate for the normally aloof Lucas Shaw.
Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, struggling to suppress the impulse to throw her out.
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