Chapter 237
Henrik grabbed Flora’s hand and started to leave. They never wanted to get involved in this mess.
“Wait!” Grandpa Josiah called out urgently. He turned to Flora with a serious expression. “Please, treat with confidence. No matter what happens, the Bryant family will never blame you.”
He had invited Flora, and he would trust in her.
“Grandpa Josiah!” Selene’s voice shook with anger.
“You don’t need to say anything more. I trust Flora,” Grandpa Josiah said firmly.
Selene’s face twisted in frustration.
Out of respect for Grandpa Josiah, Flora suppressed her irritation and walked briskly towards Jenny, who recoiled in terror as if she had seen a ghost.
Flora grabbed Jenny’s wrist, gave it a fierce stretch, and then a hard twist! The room echoed with Jenny’s screams of agony.
Selene stood by, arms crossed, watching coldly. Flora’s methods seemed reckless and could potentially leave Jenny’s right hand disabled. She was eager to see how Flora would handle the situation.
However, amidst the cries of pain, Jenny suddenly shrieked with excitement, “Oh my God! My hand doesn’t hurt anymore! It really doesn’t!”
Jenny clutched her hand, her eyes sparkling with joy.
“How is that even possible…” Selene hurried over to check Jenny’s pulse.
Sure enough, her hand was healed! But how?
As Jenny celebrated, Flora’s voice cut in, “Don’t get too happy yet. Your hand isn’t fully healed. For the next two months, no baths, no soft beds–sleep on the floor if you have to. Otherwise, your hand will deteriorate again.”
Jenny felt a shiver run down her spine. No baths for two months in this heat? She’d go crazy. But given Flora’s recent success, she believed every
word.
Jordan, amazed by Flora’s skill, adopted a more respectful tone. “Ms. Flora, you truly are a miracle worker! I have another daughter. Could you take a look at her?”
Flora glanced at Luna. “It’s nothing serious. Just sleep under five layers of blankets every night, no air conditioning. And bathe in leftover dishwater three times a day for half a month, and she’ll be fine.”
Everyone stared in disbelief.
Five layers of blankets in this heat, no air conditioning, and bathing in leftover dishwater? It sounded absurd.
“Grandpa Josiah, I’ve given my advice. I’ll be heading back now,” Flora said. Then, Flora and Henrik left without looking back. Selene frowned, deeply skeptical of Flora’s methods. “Grandpa Josiah, Flora’s treatments are ridiculous.”
Even traditional remedies weren’t this bizarre. She wondered if Flora bore a grudge against the Bryant sisters.
Grandpa Josiah found it hard to believe too. But Jenny’s hand had healed. “Do as Miss Flora said!” he ordered firmly.
The thought of bathing in leftover dishwater made Luna nauseous.
Outside, Henrik and Flora walked side by side.
Thinking of Flora’s outrageous prescriptions, Henrik couldn’t help but ask, “Flora, do those crazy remedies of yours really work?”
Flora gave a lazy “Hmm.”
“Do you have a grudge against them?” Henrik frowned.
“You are smart.”
“It was pretty obvious,” Henrik said, half–amused, half–exasperated.
“Do you think I went too far?” Flora asked, blinking innocently.
Henrik touched Flora’s head gently, his eyes soft with affection. “You are the kindest and most sensible person I know.”
Anyone who made Flora take such drastic measures must have really crossed a line.
