Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 41

‘Don’t say too much,” Dalton whispered, still looking incredibly handsome.

Margaret wheeled herself closer and said to Dalton and the others, “It’s the first time Wynter hasbrought friends to the medicine store. You kids have fun.

“There’s tea in the courtyard. Drink it up to help with digestion. I’ll go out and buy some shrimp to cookfor you.”

Margaret had a keen eye for people. She knew this young man was not an ordinary person and mightnot really be a friend of Wynter’s. But seeing her granddaughter bring someone

home made her happy.

In the past, Wynter didn’t like this medicine store. She used to say that staying here made her smelllike herbs. Her classmates would tease her. So, she wouldn’t stay for meals.

Wynter used to visit Margaret secretly, not wanting others to know. She was afraid that she would get alecture from Wanda when she returned home.

Margaret understood that even though she had raised Wynter, she would naturally feel closer to hermother. And Wanda wasn’t likely to speak well of Margaret in front of Wynter.

Margaret was aware of all this.

Later, as Wynter grew up, her visits became less frequent. Sometimes, only once in six

months. She always said she was too busy.

But three months ago, after Wynter had an accident and hurt her head, things changed. Not only didher personality seem different, but she also helped renovate the medicine store.

Margaret was content with how things were. She never expected Wynter to follow in her footsteps andtake over her job. She had raised Wynter and knew her granddaughter didn’t really have the knack forit.

Wynter smiled. “Grandma and Susan Perry go to the market together every day. You don’t need to go.”

“Exactly, us old folks have our friendships too,” Margaret said as she picked up an eco-

friendly plastic bag.

She muttered to herself, “It’s just that Wolf isn’t here to boil the water. He’s been gone since yesterday,probably off picking mushrooms on some hill again.”

It was the season for fresh mushrooms in Southdale. There wouldn’t be any good ones left

if collected too late.

Many kids of Wolf’s age went to the hills, so Margaret wasn’t really worried about him

being away.

Dr. Lopez moved slightly closer to Wynter and asked, “Dr. Genius, why do I feel like I’ve seen yourgrandma somewhere before?”

“You must be mistaken.” Wynter didn’t want to discuss this topic.

Dr. Lopez stood there, wiping his glasses. Could he have been mistaken?

Maybe he had been mistaken. The person he had encountered before was a quack who

caused a patient’s death. That couldn’t possibly be Dr. Genius’s grandma.