[Ivy, did you get the Blood Lotus?]
The ssage was from Ethan Ford.
Ivy Kensington quickly replied: [Got it.]
Previously at the café, Claire Crowley had handed over the Blood Lotus to her so effortlessly that she naturally felt suspicious.
So, once she got it, she imdiately stored the Blood Lotus in a private depository, and it couldn’t be retrieved until the appropriate ti.
Now, exactly three days had passed, and she could go collect it.
After picking up the Blood Lotus, Ivy Kensington rushed to the Ford Family.
Unexpectedly, the Ford Family mansion was surrounded by people; as soon as her car stopped, she overheard the servants whispering among themselves.
"I heard our Master Ford isn’t doing well; he might leave us tonight..."
"Oh, we as servants aren’t clear on the specifics, but since most of the Ford Family mbers have co over, the news is likely true – Master Ford won’t last much longer!"
"By the way, I also heard that Master Ford’s illness was caused intentionally! Everyone says Aaron Linden administered the drug, but actually, that dicine was deliberately sent over by the Lowell family!"
"The Lowell family? Could it be the legendary other family of dical poisons? The Lowell and Ford families are sworn enemies, said to have been at odds for centuries, finally resulting in Ford’s victory last century. But even so, the Ford Family suffered greatly and retreated from the public eye for a long ti."
"Do you think there might be a traitor within the family? Soone from the Lowell family infiltrated us, leading to the current state of the Ford Family."
"I think there’s a possibility; otherwise, why has the Ford Family’s fortune been so hard to co by these years?"
Ivy Kensington frowned as she listened to their discussion for a while, then said: "Focus on your work."
The servants were startled when they saw her return and quickly fell silent: "Yes, ma’am."
Entering the room, Ivy discovered that Theodore Ford’s condition had indeed worsened significantly.
The face that once had a bit of color was now dry and pale beyond belief, looking like he was at death’s door.
"Dad!"
She called out with concern and quickly walked over to Theodore Ford’s bedside, gripping his hand tightly.
Perhaps Theodore Ford was still sowhat conscious, as he heard her voice, and his deeply sunken eyes moved slightly to look at her, "Ivy..."
"Dad, I’m here."
Ivy leaned her face against his palm.
Theodore’s hand was trembling but he still managed to caress her face, a touch of contentnt on his expression.
Being able to see his daughter at this mont was already sothing very good for him.
"Brother, let see the prescription."
At this mont, Ivy turned to look at Ethan Ford.
He had previously ntioned that he had a Chinese dicine master write a prescription, but she was worried and wanted to see what herbs were in it.
Ethan’s eyes flickered slightly, "Ivy, don’t worry, as long as I’m overseeing this there will be no problem. Dad can’t wait in his current state; bringing out the Blood Lotus and preparing it to give to Dad as soon as possible is the most important thing."
Ethan spoke sincerely, and Ivy imdiately stopped saying anything further, taking out the Blood Lotus she had in hand.
Half an hour later, the dicine was brought over.
"Ivy, you should feed it to Dad yourself."
Ethan handed the hot dicine to Ivy, who took it, cooled it down, and fed it to Theodore Ford’s mouth, "Dad, I’ll give you your dicine."
Theodore managed a smile for her, opened his mouth, and drank the whole bowl of dicine.
Ivy’s eyes suddenly narrowed, staring intently at the remnants in the bowl... Wait, these remnants...
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