They held the warm bowls, picked up their silverware, and took a bite. Their eyes instantly lit up.
The flavor...
It was incredibly delicious!
There wasn't a trace of the bitter grit usually associated with traditional medicine, nor was there any clinical aftertaste.
There was only a rich, savory warmth that melted on their tongues, instantly reviving their suppressed appetites.
Unable to hold back, they eagerly took several large bites before praising her excitedly. "This is amazing! Serena, your cooking is out of this world!"
"I'm just glad you like it," Serena smiled warmly. "I'll make you something else next time."
Watching the intimate, untouchable bond between Serena and the two elders.
Isabella fought to keep her composure, but a suffocating wave of jealousy burned her throat.
This country girl was getting too good at playing games!
She was using these pathetic, manipulative tactics to completely monopolize their affection.
She was trying to steal everything that rightfully belonged to her!
Isabella's eyes flashed as she forced a bright smile. "Your medical skills really are impressive, Serena. If Dr. Baldur admires you this much... Anna, if she says she can get Mr. White down here, I think she might actually be telling the truth."
"Impossible!" Anna took the bait instantly. She was already boiling with rage over Serena stealing the spotlight and making her look like a fool.
Hearing Isabella's comment pushed her over the edge, her voice turning shrill. "Someone like Mr. White... even if my dad came down here, he wouldn't be guaranteed an audience! Isabella, do you actually believe she has the pull to summon him?"
She shot Serena a look of pure disdain and suddenly burst out laughing. "If she actually pulls that off, I'll hand over the keys to the supercar my dad bought me for my eighteenth birthday!"
The second the words left Anna's mouth.
Rapid footsteps echoed from the hallway.
A sea of white coats flooded into the room.
The elderly man leading the pack had silver hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He
was panting heavily, clearly having sprinted the entire way.
This elderly man was the director of the world-class sanatorium and the vice
president of the International Medical Summit-White himself.
Anna's expression petrified.
She had just laid down her ultimate bet, and he actually showed up?
Wasn't this a direct, humiliating slap to the face?
As a haughty, spoiled heiress who thrived on arrogance, her absolute worst fear was being publicly embarrassed.
Her eyes darted around frantically
before she instantly pasted on an obedient, sweet smile. Dragging Isabella with her, she practically threw herself into White's path Mr. White! Why did you come
personally? Did you hear that Serena gave my grandparents séme sketchy, unverified meal and it alarmed you?"
"I just warned her that she shouldn't show off her dangerous country tricks here in the United Realmon States and that she shouldn't treat her own family like test subjects, but she just won't listen..."
That was it!
Mr. White definitely wasn't here because Serena summoned him.
He must have heard that Holden and Kiera were almost fed a toxic sludge made of bark and roots.
He was here to demand answers and protect his patients.
After all, the annual donations the Vinton family poured into this facility were astronomical.
Holden and Kiera were two of their most prestigious VIPs.
It was only natural for Mr. White to be heavily invested in their care.
However, White was too busy
scanning the room frantically. Suddenly having his path blocked, he waved his hand impatiently. Without so much as a passing glance at Anna, he shoved right past the two girls...