“I’m coming along.”
Without thinking, she shot him down. “You have a cold now and should take a good rest.”
She was genuinely worried about Callum and thought he shouldn’t be up and about when he was having a cold because it would be bad if it became worse.
Knowing her worries, he gazed at her and smiled gently. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”
Nobody knew how he was feeling better than himself, and he was sure he would be fine. However, when Elspeth saw the blush on his face, her heart raced with anxiety. Somehow, she had a feeling that it wasn’t a cold as it seemed more like a fever.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when I feel unwell,” he said, pushing down the gas and starting to drive.
The black market was located in the suburbs and rather hidden, where an average person wouldn’t be able to find out its location. However, Elspeth wasn’t any regular hacker, and she knew all about the underground black market of each city.
After entering and seeing that almost everyone was a stranger to her, she put her mind at ease.
Holding Callum’s hand, she searched around for the herbs that she needed and came to a stop in front of an old man in the end.
In this warm underground black market, this old man was tightly wrapped in a long-sleeved top.
“I would like these herbs from you. State a price.”
The old man in front of her didn’t answer immediately and asked calmly, “What are you using it for?”
“Burns,” she answered honestly.
Startled, the old man narrowed his eyes. “These herbs are mainly used to treat chest burns. Why do you have the idea to use it on burns?”
“My mentor taught me that using these herbs to treat burns will bring surprisingly good results.”
Since this old man didn’t know who her mentor was, she reckoned it wouldn’t hurt to mention something like this.
“Are you Sonny Schwartz’s student?”
Surprised, Elspeth didn’t think he could tell she was Sonny’s student just because of the herbs. Does he know Sonny? Are they connected?
“Sir, do you know… Sonny Schwartz?”
Both of them knew Sonny differently, and the old man could hear it from her tone. “We’re more than acquaintances. I hate him so much that I want to kill him.”
The hate in his voice caught her by surprise. “What do you mean?”
Realizing that he was too hostile, the old man didn’t answer and slowly kept away the herbs in front of him. “I’m not selling it.”
When she saw that he was acting weird, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you not selling it suddenly, sir?”
“No reason. Go away and don’t get in the way of my business,” he said, chasing her away and looking very impatient.
“Sir, I went through the entire black market, and you’re the only one with these herbs. If it’s possible, will you tell me exactly what’s going on? I really need these herbs.”
Her tone was tinged with anxiety. In addition, she had an earnest attitude, and a pained look appeared on the old man’s face.
“These herbs can’t treat burns at all.”
His words threw her into confusion because she remembered witnessing Sonny treating a lot of patients with burns using these herbs.
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