Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 41

“Keep your opinions to yourself,” Warner said in a low voice, his handsome features sharp.

Mrs. Yates Sr. wheeled herself closer and said to Warner and his companions, “This is the first time Rosalind has brought friends to the clinic. You kids have a good time. There's tea brewing in the courtyard—it's good for digestion if you’ve eaten a lot. I'm just heading out to buy some shrimp for dinner.”

Mrs. Yates Sr. was a good judge of character and could tell this young man was no ordinary person. She wasn't entirely convinced he was just a friend of Rosalind's, but seeing her granddaughter bring someone home always made her happy.

In the past, Rosalind hadn't been fond of the clinic. She used to complain that spending too much time here left her smelling of herbs, which her classmates would mock her for, so she never stayed for dinner.

She would even visit her grandmother in secret, afraid that Rachel would scold her if she found out.

Mrs. Yates Sr. understood that even though she had raised the child, a girl would always be closer to her mother.

Rachel never had anything good to say about her in front of Rosalind.

Mrs. Yates Sr. knew all of this.

As Rosalind grew older, her visits became less frequent.

Sometimes, six months would pass between visits, and she always claimed to be busy.

But everything changed three months ago after the girl hit her head. Not only did her personality shift, but she also helped renovate the clinic.

Mrs. Yates Sr. was content with this change; she had never expected Rosalind to follow in her footsteps.

After all, she had raised the girl herself and knew her granddaughter had no real talent in this field.

She just hoped Rosalind would make more friends. Her old circle was full of social climbers who vanished the moment she was cast out.

These young people seemed nice, though. At least they were still spending time with Rosalind.

“That's right, we old folks have our friendships too,” Mrs. Yates Sr. said, grabbing a reusable shopping bag and muttering, “It's just that Galeno isn't here to boil the water. I haven't seen him since yesterday. I wonder what mountain he's run off to, foraging for mushrooms again…”

This was the best season for Sol's wild mushrooms; any later and the good ones would be gone.

Many kids Galeno's age would head for the mountains, so Mrs. Yates Sr. wasn't too worried about his absence.

Dr. Lopez edged closer to Rosalind. “Why does your grandmother look so familiar?”

“You must be mistaken,” Rosalind said, clearly not wanting to discuss it.

Dr. Lopez stood there, cleaning his glasses. Was he mistaken?

It was possible. The woman he was thinking of was a medical fraud who had killed a patient. She couldn't possibly be the cure master's grandmother...