Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 40

The interior of the clinic was much more respectable than its exterior suggested.

At first, David had worried the place would be too dirty for their young master’s treatment.

But the room was spotless. Traditional apothecary scales hung on the wall, and a wooden medicine cabinet stood in the center, reminiscent of an old estate in Prax, like an apothecary from ancient times.

Warner’s calm eyes scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on a scroll painting as his fingers idly toyed with the bracelet on his wrist.

Seeing this, Rosalind walked over. “It’s a fake.”

“You mean it’s not real?” Warner asked, an amused arch to his brow.

Rosalind’s eyes held a hint of a smile. “What if it is?”

Warner fell silent, his eyes fixed on the painting, his pupils gradually darkening.

The painting depicted a tall pine and graceful bamboo, with a mythological figure dressed in crimson and black, leaning against the pine in a drunken slumber.

If he hadn't known that the original scroll had been sold to a foreign collector, he might have actually believed the one before him was authentic…

Dr. Lopez, however, was fascinated. “Opening a foot massage parlor like this in a modern city… you’re truly creative!”

“It’s a clinic,” Rosalind corrected him calmly.

Dr. Lopez quickly amended his words. “This clinic is quite interesting!”

“Rosalind, is that you?” Mrs. Yates Sr. emerged from the inner room, leaning on a cane. She was surprised to see so many people, but then she smiled. “Are you all Rosalind’s friends?”

David, showing some quick thinking, replied, “Yes, we’re friends!”

Mrs. Yates Sr. nodded in satisfaction, her gaze shifting to Warner. “Is this gentleman also a friend?”

“He…” Before Rosalind could speak.

This had become a source of lasting pain for her grandmother.

Ever since Rosalind started helping at the clinic, her grandmother had been worried, terrified of another accident.

Rosalind lowered her eyes. She had a feeling the matter wasn’t that simple.

But it had happened so long ago, she would need to find the right opportunity to investigate…

Mrs. Yates Sr., unaware of her thoughts, just assumed she was daydreaming again. She stroked Rosalind’s long hair and smiled. “Such a good girl.”

Rosalind leaned down to accommodate her grandmother’s gesture, looking exceptionally obedient.

Dr. Lopez, standing nearby, was dumbfounded. Was this the same girl who looked at everyone as if they were already dead?

David was also frowning. “Young Master, the grandmother’s leg…”