Chapter 193
Kelvin, who was Josiah’s only son, humed over to greet the Irving family. Though over fifty, he radiated vitality, with clear eyes that marked him as a good soul.
“Hi, Mr Kelvin.” Flora and Henrik greeted him with a polite nod.
“Ah, you must be Flom?” Kelvin smiled and sald, “Last time I saw you, you were just a little girl, and now you’ve grown into a graceful young lady.”
Flora smiled shyly
Kelvin exchanged pleasantries for a moment, but as more guests arrived, he excused himself to attend to them.
Flora was not adept at handling such social situations. She exchanged greetings with Raul and Henrik before wandering off toward the back garden
The crowd thinned as she walked toward the garden.
A butler–like figure appeared, blocking Flora’s path. “Dear guest, please head to the front hall for the banquet. The back is off–limits.”
Each family had its forbidden areas, and upon hearing this, Flora immediately stopped. She nodded slightly, “My apologies.”
The butler smiled warmly at her.
As Flora tumed to go back, she heard some rustling in the bushes nearby.
Curious, Flora frowned and walked toward the sound, only to find an elderly man, seemingly in his seventies, lying on the ground, convulsing as if in great discomfort.
Flora quickened her pace and crouched beside the old man, “Sir?” Flora called out twice.
The man’s clouded eyes slowly focused, and his wrinkled hand clutched at Flora’s arm, seeing her as a lifeline.
Flora quickly checked the old man and diagnosed an acute stroke. Had she not been there, the old man would likely have died.
Flora stabilized the old man’s condition as well as she could without tools. Alone, it was difficult to provide further help.
The old man was no longer in immediate danger, so Flora hurried off to call for help.
As she left, a figure in red appeared,
Selene looked around. She had heard some noise and rushed over
“Ha… Ha…”
A weak, breathless voice reached her and Selene looked toward the source.
“Grandpa Josiah!” she exclaimed upon seeing the old man in the bushes.
The old man was none other than the guest of honor at today’s banquet, Josiah.
Selene hurried over to check on him. His condition was grave, but it seemed someone had already administered first aid. Without that, Josiah might not have lasted until her arrival.
Josiah was no longer in danger but was very weak.
To ease his discomfort, Selene took a medical kit from her pocket. The silver needles gleamed in the sunlight.
Selene had learned the art of alternative medicine, a practice many had looked down upon, including her own family. But she was determined to master it.
Through hard work, she had earned respect for alternative medicine.
Selene used the silver needles to target several crucial points on Josiah, stabilizing his condition and alleviating his pain.
Just then, a group of people led by Kelvin rar over.
