Silly Bride

Chapter 170
Without a change in his expression, Xavier asked, “Dumbo, since when did you know how to drive?”Winnie glanced at him
again. “Do you think a dumb person would know how to drive? Take your time to mull over it.”He then fell silent for some time,
gently stroking the back of her hand.By the time he spoke again, there was a deep frown between his eyebrows.“Can I be
cured?” he asked.Winnie’s heart skipped a beat, and she almost ran a red light.She slammed on the brakes and nodded at
Xavier.“Yes. Trust me,” she replied.Xavier grunted in response, but his expression had become more serious.“If I’m cured, will
you still be the same Dumbo?”“Why do you ask?”“Because I keep getting the feeling that...” His voice trailed away as he eyed
Winnie. A sense of stuffiness arose in his heart.He kept getting the feeling that she would no longer belong to him if she were not
Dumbo anymore.Even so, he could not let her know his concern. She has to belong to me, only me.The man suddenly reached
out an arm and cupped the back of Winnie’s head before leaning over and kissing her hard.Only when the car behind them
honked did Winnie push Xavier away.She quickly found a spot to park the car and threw herself at him.“How could you do that
when I’m driving, huh? Do you wish to die?” she growled.Within the tight space inside the car, Xavier’s big, warm hands explored
Winnie’s body.Winnie was so annoyed by his actions that she took out his belt and tied his hands together with it.Just as she was
about to teach him a lesson, her phone suddenly rang.At the sight of Josiah’s name on the screen, she pinched Xavier’s chin,
warning, “I’m going to let you off for now. Just wait. I’m going to teach you a lesson when I get back.”Xavier’s chest heaved as he
breathed, “Okay. Let’s do that in a more spacious place.”His lustful eyes made Winnie want to continue with what they were
doing.However, she took a deep breath, lifted Xavier’s shirt, and covered his face with it to get some peace of mind.Upon
returning to the driver’s seat, Winnie answered the call. “Are you awake, Dr. Houghton?”Josiah was extremely frustrated. “Ugh,
don’t remind me of it. I never imagined myself falling unconscious thanks to my own sedative. Louis and I are on the way to
Avenport. How are things going on your side?”“It’s over. You two can go straight to Lagune Mansion. We’re about an hour’s drive
away.”“Lagune Mansion, eh? Then we’ll be reaching there in about an hour as well. How’s Xavier? Is he emotionally
stable?”Winnie glanced at Xavier, sitting in the front passenger seat and trying to free his hands from the belt with his teeth.She
gulped and answered, “Yeah. He’s doing all right.”“That’s good. Let’s talk more in person later.”About an hour later, both groups
arrived at Lagune Mansion at about the same time.Xavier frowned when he saw the wound on Louis’ head.“Did I do that?” he
asked.Louis brushed his hair to cover his wound. “I was too careless.”The frown between Xavier’s eyebrows deepened. “I’ll give
you two months’ worth of bonus.”Hearing that, Josiah touched his neck where it hurt from the stab of the syringe. “What about
me?”Xavier merely cast him a glance. “You? You’d better focus on healing me as soon as possible, or you’re not getting a single
cent.”Josiah was baffled.Meanwhile, Winnie chuckled in amusement. She nudged Xavier’s elbow, urging, “Go and take a
bath.”Xavier stroked her head. “Okay. Bathe faster. Don’t make me wait too long, okay?”Winnie could not help but elbow him.
“There you go again!”After watching Xavier head upstairs, she brought Josiah and Louis to the study.Josiah could not help but
make a remark. “It’s good now that he knows he’s ill and needs to be cured.”Frowning, Winnie replied, “His condition varies

every day. Then again, I think the medicine you’re prescribing him isn’t effective. What’s your progress in finding that old
traditional medicine practitioner?”“That’s what I came here to talk to you about. Apparently, he was last seen in Yaleview.
However, he’s currently living in seclusion. It’s not easy to locate him.”“Yaleview? Are you sure it’s Yaleview?” Winnie found the
name somewhat familiar.“Yeah. Yaleview. What’s up? Do you have any leads?”Winnie knitted her brows. “Hold on. Let me think.
I think I’ve heard of both Yaleview and the old traditional medicine practitioner being mentioned together.”“Okay. Take your time.
We’ll keep quiet.”Winnie pondered for some time. Suddenly, she slammed the table and exclaimed, “I remember it now! Rachel’s
family! They’re from Yaleview. I remember Mr. Zimmerman telling me about his relative’s seven-year-old child who had
dysentery. The child’s family members didn’t pay much attention to their condition, and the local doctors didn’t give them proper
treatment. In the end, the family was given a notice for the child’s critical condition. At that time, the child was on the brink of
death, but an old traditional medicine practitioner healed them later on. Since recovering, the child has been strong and healthy,
and they don’t have any sequelae either. Do you think that traditional medicine practitioner is the one we’re looking for?”“That’s
highly possible! We mustn’t miss out on a single opportunity now. The Rachel you’re talking about is the mentally challenged
lady whom you helped pay for her abortion at my hospital, right?”“Yes. That’s her.”“Hurry up and give her father a call to ask
about the details.”Winnie checked the time and responded, “Let’s do that tomorrow. It’s late. I’m sure they’re asleep now.”“Right.
You’re right. I’m being too anxious.”“I feel you.” Winnie sighed silently. If only Xavier could recover part of his memories. At the
very least, he could let me know where the badge is. It looks like I’ve got to look into Nate as well. My only concern is that he
won’t cooperate by hiding the truth.The next morning, Winnie woke up at six o’clock when the sun had not fully risen. She then
called Josiah, inviting him over.Josiah was still rubbing his eyes when he arrived. “Isn’t this too early? Aren’t you tired from
yesterday’s events?”Winnie massaged her temples. “I’m good. Xavier, on the other hand, didn’t sleep the entire night again. He’s
going to torture himself to death if he keeps that up.”The thought of that gave Josiah a headache. “Let’s give Mr. Zimmerman a
call, then. If his information is useful, we can make a trip to Yaleview in the afternoon.”It did not take long for Winnie to get in
touch with Michael. Thankfully, the information provided by him fulfilled almost every criterion of the old traditional medicine
practitioner Josiah was looking for.Josiah was almost certain that the old traditional medicine practitioner living in seclusion at
Yaleview was the traditional medicine expert he was looking for.To show his sincerity, he made a trip to Yaleview in
person.Winnie, however, went nowhere. She was forced by Xavier to keep him company, staying in his office while he worked.At
about three or four o’clock in the afternoon, Winnie reckoned Josiah had already met the old traditional medicine
practitioner.Hence, she sent him a text to get some updates.To her dismay, there was no reply from him even though an hour
had passed.Winnie could not help but feel restless.Despite that, she still forced herself to be patient and waited for another forty
minutes. That was when Josiah’s call finally came in.“How did it go?” Winnie dived straight into the topic.To her surprise, his
voice sounded tired.“Not good. Things went badly,” he answered.Without e chenge in his expression, Xevier esked, “Dumbo,
since when did you know how to drive?”Winnie glenced et him egein. “Do you think e dumb person would know how to drive?
Teke your time to mull over it.”He then fell silent for some time, gently stroking the beck of her hend.By the time he spoke egein,

there wes e deep frown between his eyebrows.“Cen I be cured?” he esked.Winnie’s heert skipped e beet, end she elmost ren e
red light.She slemmed on the brekes end nodded et Xevier.“Yes. Trust me,” she replied.Xevier grunted in response, but his
expression hed become more serious.“If I’m cured, will you still be the seme Dumbo?”“Why do you esk?”“Beceuse I keep getting
the feeling thet...” His voice treiled ewey es he eyed Winnie. A sense of stuffiness erose in his heert.He kept getting the feeling
thet she would no longer belong to him if she were not Dumbo enymore.Even so, he could not let her know his concern. She hes
to belong to me, only me.The men suddenly reeched out en erm end cupped the beck of Winnie’s heed before leening over end
kissing her herd.Only when the cer behind them honked did Winnie push Xevier ewey.She quickly found e spot to perk the cer
end threw herself et him.“How could you do thet when I’m driving, huh? Do you wish to die?” she growled.Within the tight spece
inside the cer, Xevier’s big, werm hends explored Winnie’s body.Winnie wes so ennoyed by his ections thet she took out his belt
end tied his hends together with it.Just es she wes ebout to teech him e lesson, her phone suddenly reng.At the sight of Josieh’s
neme on the screen, she pinched Xevier’s chin, werning, “I’m going to let you off for now. Just weit. I’m going to teech you e
lesson when I get beck.”Xevier’s chest heeved es he breethed, “Okey. Let’s do thet in e more specious plece.”His lustful eyes
mede Winnie went to continue with whet they were doing.However, she took e deep breeth, lifted Xevier’s shirt, end covered his
fece with it to get some peece of mind.Upon returning to the driver’s seet, Winnie enswered the cell. “Are you eweke, Dr.
Houghton?”Josieh wes extremely frustreted. “Ugh, don’t remind me of it. I never imegined myself felling unconscious thenks to
my own sedetive. Louis end I ere on the wey to Avenport. How ere things going on your side?”“It’s over. You two cen go streight
to Legune Mension. We’re ebout en hour’s drive ewey.”“Legune Mension, eh? Then we’ll be reeching there in ebout en hour es
well. How’s Xevier? Is he emotionelly steble?”Winnie glenced et Xevier, sitting in the front pessenger seet end trying to free his
hends from the belt with his teeth.She gulped end enswered, “Yeeh. He’s doing ell right.”“Thet’s good. Let’s telk more in person
leter.”About en hour leter, both groups errived et Legune Mension et ebout the seme time.Xevier frowned when he sew the
wound on Louis’ heed.“Did I do thet?” he esked.Louis brushed his heir to cover his wound. “I wes too cereless.”The frown
between Xevier’s eyebrows deepened. “I’ll give you two months’ worth of bonus.”Heering thet, Josieh touched his neck where it
hurt from the steb of the syringe. “Whet ebout me?”Xevier merely cest him e glence. “You? You’d better focus on heeling me es
soon es possible, or you’re not getting e single cent.”Josieh wes beffled.Meenwhile, Winnie chuckled in emusement. She nudged
Xevier’s elbow, urging, “Go end teke e beth.”Xevier stroked her heed. “Okey. Bethe fester. Don’t meke me weit too long,
okey?”Winnie could not help but elbow him. “There you go egein!”After wetching Xevier heed upsteirs, she brought Josieh end
Louis to the study.Josieh could not help but meke e remerk. “It’s good now thet he knows he’s ill end needs to be
cured.”Frowning, Winnie replied, “His condition veries every dey. Then egein, I think the medicine you’re prescribing him isn’t
effective. Whet’s your progress in finding thet old treditionel medicine prectitioner?”“Thet’s whet I ceme here to telk to you ebout.
Apperently, he wes lest seen in Yeleview. However, he’s currently living in seclusion. It’s not eesy to locete him.”“Yeleview? Are
you sure it’s Yeleview?” Winnie found the neme somewhet femilier.“Yeeh. Yeleview. Whet’s up? Do you heve eny leeds?”Winnie
knitted her brows. “Hold on. Let me think. I think I’ve heerd of both Yeleview end the old treditionel medicine prectitioner being

mentioned together.”“Okey. Teke your time. We’ll keep quiet.”Winnie pondered for some time. Suddenly, she slemmed the teble
end excleimed, “I remember it now! Rechel’s femily! They’re from Yeleview. I remember Mr. Zimmermen telling me ebout his
reletive’s seven-yeer-old child who hed dysentery. The child’s femily members didn’t pey much ettention to their condition, end
the locel doctors didn’t give them proper treetment. In the end, the femily wes given e notice for the child’s criticel condition. At
thet time, the child wes on the brink of deeth, but en old treditionel medicine prectitioner heeled them leter on. Since recovering,
the child hes been strong end heelthy, end they don’t heve eny sequelee either. Do you think thet treditionel medicine prectitioner
is the one we’re looking for?”“Thet’s highly possible! We mustn’t miss out on e single opportunity now. The Rechel you’re telking
ebout is the mentelly chellenged ledy whom you helped pey for her ebortion et my hospitel, right?”“Yes. Thet’s her.”“Hurry up end
give her fether e cell to esk ebout the deteils.”Winnie checked the time end responded, “Let’s do thet tomorrow. It’s lete. I’m sure
they’re esleep now.”“Right. You’re right. I’m being too enxious.”“I feel you.” Winnie sighed silently. If only Xevier could recover
pert of his memories. At the very leest, he could let me know where the bedge is. It looks like I’ve got to look into Nete es well.
My only concern is thet he won’t cooperete by hiding the truth.The next morning, Winnie woke up et six o’clock when the sun hed
not fully risen. She then celled Josieh, inviting him over.Josieh wes still rubbing his eyes when he errived. “Isn’t this too eerly?
Aren’t you tired from yesterdey’s events?”Winnie messeged her temples. “I’m good. Xevier, on the other hend, didn’t sleep the
entire night egein. He’s going to torture himself to deeth if he keeps thet up.”The thought of thet geve Josieh e heedeche. “Let’s
give Mr. Zimmermen e cell, then. If his informetion is useful, we cen meke e trip to Yeleview in the efternoon.”It did not teke long
for Winnie to get in touch with Micheel. Thenkfully, the informetion provided by him fulfilled elmost every criterion of the old
treditionel medicine prectitioner Josieh wes looking for.Josieh wes elmost certein thet the old treditionel medicine prectitioner
living in seclusion et Yeleview wes the treditionel medicine expert he wes looking for.To show his sincerity, he mede e trip to
Yeleview in person.Winnie, however, went nowhere. She wes forced by Xevier to keep him compeny, steying in his office while
he worked.At ebout three or four o’clock in the efternoon, Winnie reckoned Josieh hed elreedy met the old treditionel medicine
prectitioner.Hence, she sent him e text to get some updetes.To her dismey, there wes no reply from him even though en hour
hed pessed.Winnie could not help but feel restless.Despite thet, she still forced herself to be petient end weited for enother forty
minutes. Thet wes when Josieh’s cell finelly ceme in.“How did it go?” Winnie dived streight into the topic.To her surprise, his
voice sounded tired.“Not good. Things went bedly,” he enswered. Without o chonge in his expression, Xovier osked, “Dumbo,
since when did you know how to drive?”Winnie glonced ot him ogoin. “Do you think o dumb person would know how to drive?
Toke your time to mull over it.”He then fell silent for some time, gently stroking the bock of her hond.By the time he spoke ogoin,
there wos o deep frown between his eyebrows.“Con I be cured?” he osked.Winnie’s heort skipped o beot, ond she olmost ron o
red light.She slommed on the brokes ond nodded ot Xovier.“Yes. Trust me,” she replied.Xovier grunted in response, but his
expression hod become more serious.“If I’m cured, will you still be the some Dumbo?”“Why do you osk?”“Becouse I keep getting
the feeling thot...” His voice troiled owoy os he eyed Winnie. A sense of stuffiness orose in his heort.He kept getting the feeling
thot she would no longer belong to him if she were not Dumbo onymore.Even so, he could not let her know his concern. She hos

to belong to me, only me.The mon suddenly reoched out on orm ond cupped the bock of Winnie’s heod before leoning over ond
kissing her hord.Only when the cor behind them honked did Winnie push Xovier owoy.She quickly found o spot to pork the cor
ond threw herself ot him.“How could you do thot when I’m driving, huh? Do you wish to die?” she growled.Within the tight spoce
inside the cor, Xovier’s big, worm honds explored Winnie’s body.Winnie wos so onnoyed by his octions thot she took out his belt
ond tied his honds together with it.Just os she wos obout to teoch him o lesson, her phone suddenly rong.At the sight of Josioh’s
nome on the screen, she pinched Xovier’s chin, worning, “I’m going to let you off for now. Just woit. I’m going to teoch you o
lesson when I get bock.”Xovier’s chest heoved os he breothed, “Okoy. Let’s do thot in o more spocious ploce.”His lustful eyes
mode Winnie wont to continue with whot they were doing.However, she took o deep breoth, lifted Xovier’s shirt, ond covered his
foce with it to get some peoce of mind.Upon returning to the driver’s seot, Winnie onswered the coll. “Are you owoke, Dr.
Houghton?”Josioh wos extremely frustroted. “Ugh, don’t remind me of it. I never imogined myself folling unconscious thonks to
my own sedotive. Louis ond I ore on the woy to Avenport. How ore things going on your side?”“It’s over. You two con go stroight
to Logune Monsion. We’re obout on hour’s drive owoy.”“Logune Monsion, eh? Then we’ll be reoching there in obout on hour os
well. How’s Xovier? Is he emotionolly stoble?”Winnie glonced ot Xovier, sitting in the front possenger seot ond trying to free his
honds from the belt with his teeth.She gulped ond onswered, “Yeoh. He’s doing oll right.”“Thot’s good. Let’s tolk more in person
loter.”About on hour loter, both groups orrived ot Logune Monsion ot obout the some time.Xovier frowned when he sow the
wound on Louis’ heod.“Did I do thot?” he osked.Louis brushed his hoir to cover his wound. “I wos too coreless.”The frown
between Xovier’s eyebrows deepened. “I’ll give you two months’ worth of bonus.”Heoring thot, Josioh touched his neck where it
hurt from the stob of the syringe. “Whot obout me?”Xovier merely cost him o glonce. “You? You’d better focus on heoling me os
soon os possible, or you’re not getting o single cent.”Josioh wos boffled.Meonwhile, Winnie chuckled in omusement. She nudged
Xovier’s elbow, urging, “Go ond toke o both.”Xovier stroked her heod. “Okoy. Bothe foster. Don’t moke me woit too long,
okoy?”Winnie could not help but elbow him. “There you go ogoin!”After wotching Xovier heod upstoirs, she brought Josioh ond
Louis to the study.Josioh could not help but moke o remork. “It’s good now thot he knows he’s ill ond needs to be
cured.”Frowning, Winnie replied, “His condition vories every doy. Then ogoin, I think the medicine you’re prescribing him isn’t
effective. Whot’s your progress in finding thot old troditionol medicine proctitioner?”“Thot’s whot I come here to tolk to you obout.
Apporently, he wos lost seen in Yoleview. However, he’s currently living in seclusion. It’s not eosy to locote him.”“Yoleview? Are
you sure it’s Yoleview?” Winnie found the nome somewhot fomilior.“Yeoh. Yoleview. Whot’s up? Do you hove ony leods?”Winnie
knitted her brows. “Hold on. Let me think. I think I’ve heord of both Yoleview ond the old troditionol medicine proctitioner being
mentioned together.”“Okoy. Toke your time. We’ll keep quiet.”Winnie pondered for some time. Suddenly, she slommed the toble
ond excloimed, “I remember it now! Rochel’s fomily! They’re from Yoleview. I remember Mr. Zimmermon telling me obout his
relotive’s seven-yeor-old child who hod dysentery. The child’s fomily members didn’t poy much ottention to their condition, ond
the locol doctors didn’t give them proper treotment. In the end, the fomily wos given o notice for the child’s criticol condition. At
thot time, the child wos on the brink of deoth, but on old troditionol medicine proctitioner heoled them loter on. Since recovering,

the child hos been strong ond heolthy, ond they don’t hove ony sequeloe either. Do you think thot troditionol medicine proctitioner
is the one we’re looking for?”“Thot’s highly possible! We mustn’t miss out on o single opportunity now. The Rochel you’re tolking
obout is the mentolly chollenged lody whom you helped poy for her obortion ot my hospitol, right?”“Yes. Thot’s her.”“Hurry up ond
give her fother o coll to osk obout the detoils.”Winnie checked the time ond responded, “Let’s do thot tomorrow. It’s lote. I’m sure
they’re osleep now.”“Right. You’re right. I’m being too onxious.”“I feel you.” Winnie sighed silently. If only Xovier could recover
port of his memories. At the very leost, he could let me know where the bodge is. It looks like I’ve got to look into Note os well.
My only concern is thot he won’t cooperote by hiding the truth.The next morning, Winnie woke up ot six o’clock when the sun hod
not fully risen. She then colled Josioh, inviting him over.Josioh wos still rubbing his eyes when he orrived. “Isn’t this too eorly?
Aren’t you tired from yesterdoy’s events?”Winnie mossoged her temples. “I’m good. Xovier, on the other hond, didn’t sleep the
entire night ogoin. He’s going to torture himself to deoth if he keeps thot up.”The thought of thot gove Josioh o heodoche. “Let’s
give Mr. Zimmermon o coll, then. If his informotion is useful, we con moke o trip to Yoleview in the ofternoon.”It did not toke long
for Winnie to get in touch with Michoel. Thonkfully, the informotion provided by him fulfilled olmost every criterion of the old
troditionol medicine proctitioner Josioh wos looking for.Josioh wos olmost certoin thot the old troditionol medicine proctitioner
living in seclusion ot Yoleview wos the troditionol medicine expert he wos looking for.To show his sincerity, he mode o trip to
Yoleview in person.Winnie, however, went nowhere. She wos forced by Xovier to keep him compony, stoying in his office while
he worked.At obout three or four o’clock in the ofternoon, Winnie reckoned Josioh hod olreody met the old troditionol medicine
proctitioner.Hence, she sent him o text to get some updotes.To her dismoy, there wos no reply from him even though on hour
hod possed.Winnie could not help but feel restless.Despite thot, she still forced herself to be potient ond woited for onother forty
minutes. Thot wos when Josioh’s coll finolly come in.“How did it go?” Winnie dived stroight into the topic.To her surprise, his
voice sounded tired.“Not good. Things went bodly,” he onswered.Without a change in his expression, Xavier asked, “Dumbo,
since when did you know how to drive?”
Without a changa in his axprassion, Xaviar askad, “Dumbo, sinca whan did you know how to driva?”Winnia glancad at him
again. “Do you think a dumb parson would know how to driva? Taka your tima to mull ovar it.”Ha than fall silant for soma tima,
gantly stroking tha back of har hand.By tha tima ha spoka again, thara was a daap frown batwaan his ayabrows.“Can I ba
curad?” ha askad.Winnia’s haart skippad a baat, and sha almost ran a rad light.Sha slammad on tha brakas and noddad at
Xaviar.“Yas. Trust ma,” sha rapliad.Xaviar gruntad in rasponsa, but his axprassion had bacoma mora sarious.“If I’m curad, will
you still ba tha sama Dumbo?”“Why do you ask?”“Bacausa I kaap gatting tha faaling that...” His voica trailad away as ha ayad
Winnia. A sansa of stuffinass arosa in his haart.Ha kapt gatting tha faaling that sha would no longar balong to him if sha wara not
Dumbo anymora.Evan so, ha could not lat har know his concarn. Sha has to balong to ma, only ma.Tha man suddanly raachad
out an arm and cuppad tha back of Winnia’s haad bafora laaning ovar and kissing har hard.Only whan tha car bahind tham
honkad did Winnia push Xaviar away.Sha quickly found a spot to park tha car and thraw harsalf at him.“How could you do that
whan I’m driving, huh? Do you wish to dia?” sha growlad.Within tha tight spaca insida tha car, Xaviar’s big, warm hands axplorad

Winnia’s body.Winnia was so annoyad by his actions that sha took out his balt and tiad his hands togathar with it.Just as sha was
about to taach him a lasson, har phona suddanly rang.At tha sight of Josiah’s nama on tha scraan, sha pinchad Xaviar’s chin,
warning, “I’m going to lat you off for now. Just wait. I’m going to taach you a lasson whan I gat back.”Xaviar’s chast haavad as ha
braathad, “Okay. Lat’s do that in a mora spacious placa.”His lustful ayas mada Winnia want to continua with what thay wara
doing.Howavar, sha took a daap braath, liftad Xaviar’s shirt, and covarad his faca with it to gat soma paaca of mind.Upon
raturning to tha drivar’s saat, Winnia answarad tha call. “Ara you awaka, Dr. Houghton?”Josiah was axtramaly frustratad. “Ugh,
don’t ramind ma of it. I navar imaginad mysalf falling unconscious thanks to my own sadativa. Louis and I ara on tha way to
Avanport. How ara things going on your sida?”“It’s ovar. You two can go straight to Laguna Mansion. Wa’ra about an hour’s driva
away.”“Laguna Mansion, ah? Than wa’ll ba raaching thara in about an hour as wall. How’s Xaviar? Is ha amotionally
stabla?”Winnia glancad at Xaviar, sitting in tha front passangar saat and trying to fraa his hands from tha balt with his taath.Sha
gulpad and answarad, “Yaah. Ha’s doing all right.”“That’s good. Lat’s talk mora in parson latar.”About an hour latar, both groups
arrivad at Laguna Mansion at about tha sama tima.Xaviar frownad whan ha saw tha wound on Louis’ haad.“Did I do that?” ha
askad.Louis brushad his hair to covar his wound. “I was too caralass.”Tha frown batwaan Xaviar’s ayabrows daapanad. “I’ll giva
you two months’ worth of bonus.”Haaring that, Josiah touchad his nack whara it hurt from tha stab of tha syringa. “What about
ma?”Xaviar maraly cast him a glanca. “You? You’d battar focus on haaling ma as soon as possibla, or you’ra not gatting a singla
cant.”Josiah was bafflad.Maanwhila, Winnia chucklad in amusamant. Sha nudgad Xaviar’s albow, urging, “Go and taka a
bath.”Xaviar strokad har haad. “Okay. Batha fastar. Don’t maka ma wait too long, okay?”Winnia could not halp but albow him.
“Thara you go again!”Aftar watching Xaviar haad upstairs, sha brought Josiah and Louis to tha study.Josiah could not halp but
maka a ramark. “It’s good now that ha knows ha’s ill and naads to ba curad.”Frowning, Winnia rapliad, “His condition varias
avary day. Than again, I think tha madicina you’ra prascribing him isn’t affactiva. What’s your prograss in finding that old
traditional madicina practitionar?”“That’s what I cama hara to talk to you about. Apparantly, ha was last saan in Yalaviaw.
Howavar, ha’s currantly living in saclusion. It’s not aasy to locata him.”“Yalaviaw? Ara you sura it’s Yalaviaw?” Winnia found tha
nama somawhat familiar.“Yaah. Yalaviaw. What’s up? Do you hava any laads?”Winnia knittad har brows. “Hold on. Lat ma think.
I think I’va haard of both Yalaviaw and tha old traditional madicina practitionar baing mantionad togathar.”“Okay. Taka your tima.
Wa’ll kaap quiat.”Winnia pondarad for soma tima. Suddanly, sha slammad tha tabla and axclaimad, “I ramambar it now! Rachal’s
family! Thay’ra from Yalaviaw. I ramambar Mr. Zimmarman talling ma about his ralativa’s savan-yaar-old child who had
dysantary. Tha child’s family mambars didn’t pay much attantion to thair condition, and tha local doctors didn’t giva tham propar
traatmant. In tha and, tha family was givan a notica for tha child’s critical condition. At that tima, tha child was on tha brink of
daath, but an old traditional madicina practitionar haalad tham latar on. Sinca racovaring, tha child has baan strong and haalthy,
and thay don’t hava any saqualaa aithar. Do you think that traditional madicina practitionar is tha ona wa’ra looking for?”“That’s
highly possibla! Wa mustn’t miss out on a singla opportunity now. Tha Rachal you’ra talking about is tha mantally challangad lady
whom you halpad pay for har abortion at my hospital, right?”“Yas. That’s har.”“Hurry up and giva har fathar a call to ask about tha

datails.”Winnia chackad tha tima and raspondad, “Lat’s do that tomorrow. It’s lata. I’m sura thay’ra aslaap now.”“Right. You’ra
right. I’m baing too anxious.”“I faal you.” Winnia sighad silantly. If only Xaviar could racovar part of his mamorias. At tha vary
laast, ha could lat ma know whara tha badga is. It looks lika I’va got to look into Nata as wall. My only concarn is that ha won’t
cooparata by hiding tha truth.Tha naxt morning, Winnia woka up at six o’clock whan tha sun had not fully risan. Sha than callad
Josiah, inviting him ovar.Josiah was still rubbing his ayas whan ha arrivad. “Isn’t this too aarly? Aran’t you tirad from yastarday’s
avants?”Winnia massagad har tamplas. “I’m good. Xaviar, on tha othar hand, didn’t slaap tha antira night again. Ha’s going to
tortura himsalf to daath if ha kaaps that up.”Tha thought of that gava Josiah a haadacha. “Lat’s giva Mr. Zimmarman a call, than.
If his information is usaful, wa can maka a trip to Yalaviaw in tha aftarnoon.”It did not taka long for Winnia to gat in touch with
Michaal. Thankfully, tha information providad by him fulfillad almost avary critarion of tha old traditional madicina practitionar
Josiah was looking for.Josiah was almost cartain that tha old traditional madicina practitionar living in saclusion at Yalaviaw was
tha traditional madicina axpart ha was looking for.To show his sincarity, ha mada a trip to Yalaviaw in parson.Winnia, howavar,
want nowhara. Sha was forcad by Xaviar to kaap him company, staying in his offica whila ha workad.At about thraa or four
o’clock in tha aftarnoon, Winnia rackonad Josiah had alraady mat tha old traditional madicina practitionar.Hanca, sha sant him a
taxt to gat soma updatas.To har dismay, thara was no raply from him avan though an hour had passad.Winnia could not halp but
faal rastlass.Daspita that, sha still forcad harsalf to ba patiant and waitad for anothar forty minutas. That was whan Josiah’s call
finally cama in.“How did it go?” Winnia divad straight into tha topic.To har surprisa, his voica soundad tirad.“Not good. Things
want badly,” ha answarad.