Chapter 309
Felicia urged, “Just drive. Also, did you prepare everything I asked for? The herbs and the silver needles?”
“Of course. Everything’s ready,” Maurice replied.
Even while still on the plane, he had issued the necessary orders. The herbs Felicia requested were rare and expensive, but they were a mere trifle to someone like Maurice.
What caught him off guard was Felicia’s sense of urgency.
With a curious glint in his eye, he asked, “Ms. Fuller, you seem more eager to fix my legs than I am.”
Felicia leaned back lazily and replied, “I’m not a fan of Ablil. The sky’s always so gray. The sooner your legs are healed, the sooner I can return to Khogend.”
Maurice’s eyes flickered with an unreadable expression before he said nothing further. He signaled the driver to move.
The Bentley picked up speed, winding through narrow roads until it finally arrived at a secluded estate.
The property was tucked away in a remote location, hidden deep within the mountains. Ast soon as Felicia stepped out of the car, she felt the temperature rise noticeably.
Felicia caught a faint scent in the air and raised an eyebrow. Typical of the wealthy–this estate had multiple natural hot baths scattered throughout the property.
Maurice’s leg pain always flared up during the colder months, and soaking in a hot bath was the only thing that relieved him.
As Felicia inspected the supplies, she found everything in order. The herbs were fresh, the needle kit was pristine, and the other tools she requested were neatly prepared.
“Your legs have been damaged by prolonged exposure to cold and damp energy, which has settled into your body like poison. To completely heal you, we’ll need to drive it out.”
Felicia held up a handful of herbs and waved them lightly. “Maurice, I’ll need to prepare the medicine first. Meet me by the hot bath in an hour for the first acupuncture session.”
“Fine,” Maurice said, gesturing to two men. “Help her.”
As he turned to leave, he murmured in a barely audible tone to one of his subordinates, “Keep a close eye on her.”
“Yes, Mr. Glovers.”
The men understood their orders clearly. Though Maurice intended to rely on Felicia’s skills,
he wasn’t foolish enough to trust her completely. They had to ensure she didn’t tamper with the medicine or botch the procedure.
Felicia crouched by the pile of herbs, sifting through them methodically. Every now and then, she brought a handful to her nose to inspect their scent.
The two men stood on either side of her, feigning helpfulness but watching her every move.
“Ms. Fuller, let us help you,” one of them offered, smiling obsequiously.
Felicia smirked. If they wanted to do the work, she was happy to let them.
“You,” she said, pointing to one of the men, “set up the stove and get the fire going. Make it strong.”
“And you,” she continued, gesturing to the other. “Bring the herbs I’ve picked to boil. Watch carefully-
-once the water turns black, take it off the heat.”
While the two men busied themselves, Felicia reclined in a shaded pavilion. She settled into a lounge chair, closed her eyes, and let herself sway gently with the motion of the chair.
The men exchanged a glance, shrugged, and got to work.
Soon, the sound of bubbling water filled the air as the herbs boiled in a clay pot over the fire. The bitter aroma wafted through the estate, sharp and pungent.
Forty–five minutes later, the liquid had turned dark. One of the men carefully removed the pot from the stove and carried it over.
“Ms. Fuller, the medicine is ready.”
“That was quick,” Felicia murmured, rubbing her eyes. She stretched lazily, clearly reluctant to move. She considered lounging a bit longer but gave in when she noticed the two men watching her expectantly.
With a small sigh, she sat up and got to work.
