Chapter 3

Inside the car, the woman's voice trembled with excitement.

"Mr. Whitmore, I'm the Westbrook family's housekeeper. Two years ago, you happened to use acupuncture by the roadside and saved Old Mrs. Westbrook's life.

"At the time, you said you had family to care for and couldn't split your attention, so you refused the Westbrooks' offer."

The housekeeper's eyes reddened. "These past few years, the Westbrook family has been keeping an eye on you from the shadows. When Miss Westbrook learned you left the Whitmore family today, she immediately ordered me to come pick you up.

"Miss Westbrook said that if you're willing, the Westbrooks will always be your support."

I looked through the window at the Whitmore villa rapidly receding behind us, my voice calm.

"All right. Take me to see Old Mrs. Westbrook."

Back at the Whitmore villa, the atmosphere stayed eerily silent for several seconds.

Tyler was the first to react. He gave a disdainful laugh.

"Please. He probably paid for some ride-share to act rich. Everyone knows he's broke. He can't even afford a watch. How could he know anyone who rides in a Rolls-Royce?"

Mr. Whitmore nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. Even your mother couldn't borrow a plate number like that. Where would a fake son like him meet someone that important?"

To prove he was better than me, Tyler immediately turned and went to the kitchen.

Before long, he brought out a large platter of bluefin tuna sashimi and a plate of raw marinated shrimp.

"Grandma, the top overseas nutritionist said your body has been ruined by the toxins from Julian's herbs!

"Now we need the best deep-sea protein to kill all the bad cells in your body so you can be reborn!"

Old Mrs. Whitmore looked at the seafood and didn't hesitate. She picked up a slice of sashimi and put it into her mouth.

"My real grandson is the one who knows how to care for me."

That very night, the Whitmore villa fell into chaos.

Old Mrs. Whitmore suddenly had two nosebleeds in a row. There was so much blood that half her pillow turned red.

Mrs. Whitmore panicked and hurried to call an ambulance.

Tyler stopped her at once, confidently pulling up English materials on his phone.

"Mom, why are you panicking? The nutritionist said high protein is rebuilding Grandma's cells!

"The nosebleed means her body is detoxing. That's a good thing. It means the herbal toxins Julian fed her are being forced out!"

Sure enough, by the next morning, Old Mrs. Whitmore's nosebleed had stopped, and for the first time in ages, she got out of bed.

Because the cold nature of the seafood had fully stimulated the poison, an eerie flush appeared on her face. She didn't even need her cane and could walk two laps around the living room by herself.

The Whitmores were overjoyed and completely believed Tyler's detox theory.

"Tyler really is our family's lucky star!" Mr. Whitmore said excitedly, clutching Tyler's hand.

Mrs. Whitmore even announced on the spot, "We'll hold the grandest homecoming banquet for Tyler immediately. I want the whole city to know how outstanding the Whitmore heir is!"

Tyler was smug. He immediately filmed Old Mrs. Whitmore walking briskly and posted it to social media.

[Real scientific nutrition cured Grandma's chronic illness in one day. Not like certain charlatans who only use moldy roots to scam money.]

In the Westbrook guest room, I was reviewing Old Mrs. Westbrook's latest medical report.

My phone buzzed. I glanced at the post.

In the photo, Irene was smiling with a rosy face.

But after one look, my gaze fell to her neck.

At the base of her throat, a faint black line had appeared.

The cold seafood had pushed the poison into full bloom. It had fully invaded her heart vessels now.

In less than three days, not even a god could save her.

I put down my phone and pressed the call bell.

The Westbrook housekeeper immediately opened the door. "Mr. Whitmore, what can I do for you?"

"Order a funeral wreath for me. Send it to the Whitmore homecoming banquet in three days."