After retracting her hands, Kathleen held Vivian’s wrist.
Vivian flinched and raised her head to stare at Kathleen from under her long, thick bangs.
Curling up her red lips, Kathleen cooed, “I’m not here to hurt you. Can you give me your hand?”
Vivian gave no response, but her wrist remained in Kathleen’s hands.
Kathleen silently breathed in relief and began checking Vivian’s pulse.
However, she only frowned deeper.
“How’s she?” Caleb asked, his hands tucked in his pockets.
Kathleen put down Vivian’s hands and stood up. “Let’s talk outside.”
Caleb inclined his head.
After leaving the room, Kathleen stared seriously at him.
“She had been pregnant before?”
Caleb nodded.
“However, her way of aborting the baby was very extreme, so her health was severely affected. Mr. Lewis, if you don’t tell me why she became mad, I can’t save her,” Kathleen declared, knitting her brows.
Clenching his fingers, Caleb maintained his composure and said, “She was pregnant, but she didn’t want the child, so she tied a rope around her abdomen and…”
“Why didn’t you stop her?” Kathleen gasped in horror.
After all, it was too cruel.
“She already did that when we found out.” Staring at her blankly, Caleb asked, “Do you have any methods to make her return to normal?”
“We can only cure her once we target the source of her illness. Although I’ve learned Granddad’s secret technique, it has a disadvantage,” Kathleen replied solemnly.
“What is it?”
“It will shorten a person’s lifespan by half.”
Caleb fell silent.
“Is there no other way?” he asked, staring darkly at her.
Kathleen shook her head. “Unless we find out why she became mad and gradually treat her afterward.”
After a moment’s contemplation, Caleb suggested, “What if you treat her first?”
“It’s not impossible, but—” Kathleen still wanted to remind him, but he interjected, “Give me the prescription.”
After a slight pause, she uttered, “Mr. Lewis, the greatest issue is with her psyche. It’s not enough to just treat her with medicine.”
Caleb made no reply.
“And you can’t chain her,” Kathleen added with a frown.
With a look of displeasure, Caleb countered, “This is none of your business.”
The words got stuck in Kathleen’s throat.
“Ms. Johnson, stop being so sympathetic. There are things you do not understand. Moreover, this is just a deal between us. You have no right to interfere with my affairs,” Caleb added reproachfully.
Kathleen frowned upon hearing his words.
If it wasn’t to find Samuel’s medicine, I would have left already. And since I have promised Caleb, I need to keep my word. I was indeed filled with sympathy when I saw Vivian. I know my nosiness is my fatal weakness, but I really want to help her, seeing her in such a state. Nonetheless, Caleb is right too. This is just a deal between us.
“All right. I won’t interfere, but I have a request,” announced Kathleen, staring calmly at Caleb.
“What is it?” The latter knitted his brows together.
“Allow me to visit her anytime so I can understand her condition,” Kathleen said firmly.
“Okay.” Caleb nodded.
Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Giving her an inscrutable look, Caleb added, “I have already asked someone to prepare the things you want. You can take them with you.”
“Thank you,” Kathleen answered lowly.
She did not expect Caleb to give her the medicinal herbs she wanted straightaway after her first time checking Vivian’s condition.
“I’ll send you back,” Caleb offered.
“Okay.” Kathleen tipped her head.
Silence hung between the two as he drove her back.
Though Kathleen was filled with questions, she resisted the urge to ask.
Massaging her temples, she told herself to stop being a busybody.
Soon, Caleb stopped the car at the entrance of the Johnson residence.
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