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It was Wynter. She held the invitation card between her fingers, her eyes cold.
“Go back and tell Mrs. Gibson Senior that we, the Empathy Clinic, will be on ti for the appointnt.
Hopefully, the Gibson family can hold on and won’t get into any trouble.”
“What do you think the Gibson family is? Can we even get into trouble?” George looked as if he had
heard a joke.
He was extrely haughty. “Let tell you, no one in Southdale dares to lay a finger on the Gibson
family. The Gibson family is the law of Southdale. You better rember this, young lady.”
“I always rember.” Wynter was eating a sweet, and the look in her eyes darkened.
George only thought that Wynter didn’t know much about the Gibson family. He then left
arrogantly.
Wynter looked at George’s back and slightly squinted her eyes.
George didn’t take his twisted arm seriously in the first place. But after he walked out of the alley and
got into the car, his expression suddenly changed.
Why did he feel like he had lost sensation in his arm?
He tried to swing his arm but found that the joints seed to be completely broken. His arm was so
limp, and the joints couldn’t even be connected.
“Hurry! Let’s go ho and find Aunt Hilda!” George shouted, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He wondered if he was disabled.
“No. I’m not,” George murmured to himself, looking pale. “Aunt Hilda will definitely heal !
His driver didn’t know what happened. He turned around and looked at him. “Is sothing
wrong, Mr. George?”
“Quick! Drive faster!” George yelled anxiously.
From the entrance of the alley, Wynter withdrew her gaze. There was still hostility in her
eyes.
The onlookers were still staring at them. Margaret was obviously looking a little out of
state.
Wynter picked up the shopping bag from the ground and smiled at Margaret. “Let’s go ho, Grandma.
My friends are still waiting to eat the shrimp that you cook.”
Margaret ca back to her senses and replied, “Let’s go ho now. Look at . I’m so forgetfui.”
The crowd was still there. Wynter greeted them while holding Margaret’s arm to help her walk. “Did you
buy a pumpkin too, Aunt Ruth?”
“Yeah. That’s right.” Ruth Webb looked a little awkward. “Hurry up and help your grandma to walk
ho, Wynter. I think she’s worried about sothing.”
Wynter replied with a brief smile, “Okay.”
Given her attitude, the people gossiping earlier said nothing. They were all neighbors after
all.
Susan even helped her to pick up the groceries. “Don’t take it to heart, Wynter. Ruth and the other
neighbors don’t have any bad intentions.”
“I know,” Wynter said indifferently. “I’ll put the saddle on the right horse.”
She knew very well who she should pick the bone with.
Susan let out a breath upon hearing Wynter’s words. But actually, she was still a little
scared. Everyone else avoided walking past the clinic.
Margaret had lived in the neighborhood for such a long ti. But this was the first ti Susan heard
Margaret caused soone’s death during treatnt.
How could the others not be afraid? The clinic suddenly beca very quiet.
Sergio had followed Wynter with a conflicted expression. After Wynter sent Margaret back to the
house, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is your grandma Margaret Yates, Dr. Genius?”
Wynter closed the door and glanced aloofly at him. “What? Have you heard of her na
before?”
“1…”
Sergio was timid due to Wynter’s powerful presence. “So older family mbers
ntioned so rumors.”
Wynter smiled, but her eyes turned cold. “What are the rumors? I haven’t heard any of
those. Can you tell ?”
Sergio was frightened. He paused for a while before answering, “You don’t really have to
listen to those rumors. They’re unreliable!”
“What if I insist’I want to know the rumors?” Wynter persisted unhurriedly while her fingers
were tapping on the wooden stick she was holding.
Sergio took a deep breath and stated, “The rumors say there were not four, but five
dical families in Southdale. And the most outstanding one was actually your grandma, Margaret
Yates.”
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