Chapter 138: Miranda Murphy!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Master Sumrs’ expression changed slightly as he looked at his granddaughter in shock. “Is that true?”
The girl lowered her little head. “Grandpa, I...”
Master Sumrs grabbed her wrist and began to feel her pulse. Then, his expression began to change. “You... Oh, what nonsense!
“Who told you to take those dicines?
“Although the traditional dicines you took can regulate a woman’s monthly period, it can also promote won’s ovarian developnt hormones.
“You’re young. How could your body be able to stand taking that every day?
“Mr. Howard here is right. If we hadn’t noticed it early, you would have needed to forget about having a baby.”
The girl’s pretty face turned pale, and she was close to tears. “Grandpa, no way.”
“Hmph!”
Master Sumrs snorted coldly and spoke quickly. “0.3 ounces of female ginseng, 0.2 ounces of lovage roots, 0.2 ounces of parched white peony roots, 0.3 ounces of prepared Rehmannia roots, 0.3 ounces of Japanese teasel roots, 0.3 ounces of dried coco-grass rhizos, 0.2 ounces of parched lindera roots, 0.1 grams of candied licorice roots, 0.3 ounces of red sage roots, 0.3 ounces of parched atractylodes rhizos, and 0.3 ounces of poria-cocos mushrooms.
“Boil them with three bowls of water to make one bowl of dicine. You’ll be fine after drinking it for a week.
“If you willingly administer your own dicine again, I will no longer acknowledge you as my granddaughter.
“You haven’t even mastered alternative dicine. You’re only an amateur, yet you dared to prescribe dicine for yourself. Fortunately, you only took it yourself. If you had dared to prescribe dicine to others, I would’ve punished you with our family’s punishnt!
The girl was very aggrieved. It was fortunate that they had found out about it earlier.
If they had discovered it any later, she would have been infertile and would have regretted it imnsely.
Clarence said with a faint smile, “Master Sumrs, I think it should be 0.8 ounces of processed Rehmannia roots, 0.4 ounces of goji tree root bark, 0.4 ounces of parched white peony roots, 0.4 ounces of eclipta herb, 0.4 ounces of glossy privet fruits, 1.1 ounces of charred Japanese pagoda tree flower-bud, 1.1 ounces of hairyvein agrimonia herb, 1.1 ounces of pyrola herb, and 1.1 ounces of shepherd’s purse.
“One dosage a day of that for three days should solve your granddaughter’s problem.”
“Huh?” Master Sumrs’ eyes lit up.
The dicine Master Sumrs had prescribed had been good, but it would been very intense.
The dicine Clarence had prescribed was milder, ideal for younger won who were still developing.
Master Sumrs could not help thinking highly of Clarence for his ability to think of such a thing.
However, the girl glared at Clarence. “What do you know? Are you better at dicine than my grandpa?
“I’m going to use my grandfather’s prescription. Why should I listen to you?”
Master Sumrs snapped, “Ruby, don’t be rude. Just follow Mr. Howard’s thod.”
“Huh?
“Grandpa, are you sure?” Ruby looked at her grandfather in surprise.
Over the years, her grandfather had been adamant, especially when it ca to alternative dicine. No one had ever been able to alter a prescription of his.
‘Now, Grandpa is asking to use Clarence’s prescription?
‘Did the sun also rise in the west today?’
Master Sumrs smiled at Clarence. “Mr. Howard, I was narrow-minded.
“Sorry about that.”
River and the others were dumbfounded by the fact that a big shot like Master Sumrs was apologizing to Clarence.
It was as absurd as the idea of pigs flying.
River was secretly giving Clarence a thumbs-up under the table. ‘You’re freaking aweso!’
Clarence accepted the apology, shaking his head slightly. “It’s okay. Kids are impulsive.”
“Who are you calling a kid? You’re not much older than I am.
“What are you so proud of? I’ll be better than you in a few years,” mumbled Ruby as she pouted.
Clarence shook his head and said nothing. That was how kids were.
Everyone behaved arrogantly and believed they were the strongest in the world when they were young.
Once they beca part of the real world, suffered through its lessons, and realized its brutality, they would admit that they were only ordinary.
The day a person admitted they were ordinary was also the day they truly grew up.
Clarence, who grew up an orphan, learned this lesson early on.
When dinner began, the business owners at the dining table were very polite and toasted Master Sumrs repeatedly.
Everyone toasted each other. They also exchanged formalities, pleasantries, boastings, and flattery.
Halfway through the al, Clarence found the atmosphere stuffy.
He excused himself to go to the toilet, though was actually going out for so air.
Clarence stood in front of the French windows, looking out over the bustling night outside First Birch Hotel.
Suddenly, he saw a red BMW with a familiar license plate.
“What is she doing here?” Clarence froze.
He watched the red BMW pull into the parking lot outside First Birch Hotel. Sure enough, Miranda stepped out in a business suit, a hip-hugging skirt, and silk stockings.
She was beautiful and sexy, srizing everyone.
Several business owners walking out of the hotel stared at Miranda maliciously, their eyes sizing her up.
With a bad feeling, Clarence quickly walked to the hotel lobby.
When Miranda entered the hotel, Clarence took a deep breath and followed her.
Miranda went to the room that William had told her to go to. The door was ajar, and there was a pink glow from inside.
Miranda stood in the doorway with gritted teeth for five minutes before working up the courage to open the door and go in.
Clarence stood in the corner of the hallway, his brain humming.
Clarence would rember this room forever, even if he was dead. It was the sa room William had tried to rape Miranda in after she had gotten drunk.
‘What the hell is Miranda doing here?’
With red eyes and shaking hands, Clarence walked up to the room Miranda had just entered as if his body was working free of his own control.
He stared intently at the door, unexpectedly activating his X-ray vision...
William was sitting down on the couch in the room, holding a glass half full with red wine. “I said 8 PM.”
William looked down at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “You’re five minutes late. Tell , how should I punish you?”
Miranda went pale. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s no use saying sorry. Just be a good girl, or I can’t guarantee the information won’t get out.” William grinned, got up, and walked over to Miranda. He took a deep sniff of her hair, looking very pleased.
He held up his glass and poured the wine over Miranda’s chest.
Her black business suit got soaked, and her white shirt stuck to her body.
“Ahh!”
The cold drink made Miranda shiver. She exclaid, “Let take a shower first...”
With that said, she made a frantic dash for the bathroom.
“Stop right there!” William shouted. Miranda stood still, trembling.
William smiled playfully. “I like the way you sll.
“That sll will disappear after you take a bath. It’s the sll of your body scent mixed with sweat from a busy day.”
William took a deep, enjoyable sniff.
He took off his shirt and exposed his chest.
Miranda looked away, afraid to look William in the eye.
William nonchalantly lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out. “Co here and help take off my clothes. I don’t like to do it myself.”
Miranda stood stiffly as she blushed profusely.
Her fists clenched together tightly. She was at a loss and unable to move, just like a puppet.
“What’s the matter?
“Why aren’t you coming over?” William asked teasingly.
Miranda blushed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. “I... I have no experience...”
William burst into laughter. “Hahaha! I know you have no experience. That loser Clarence has never touched you, even though you two have been married for three years.
“It doesn’t matter that you have no experience. You’ll have experience from today onwards.
“Co here. I’ll teach you!”
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