His Precious Love

Chapter 673

“No. 38 Wisteria Road should be here.” Robin walked in front of Curtis and Rayna and matched the

residence's unit with the number on a paper in his hand. He pointed at a wooden brick house in front of him and said to Curtis, “This is the place, Mr. Faymon.”

“Go and knock on the door.” The second Curtis finished his sentence, Rayna reminded Robin, “Robin, check if there's a doorbell. While we were walking just now, I noticed the deliverymen rang the doorbell of the houses in the neighborhood.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Upon hearing that, Robin stood in front of the door and glanced around the door frame to locate the doorbell but to no avail. “Mrs. Faymon, I don't find any doorbell here!”

“No doorbell?” Rayna froze for a moment. She then deduced, “I believe the wooden brick houses here in Jayfort should have the standard design as approved by the government.”

After studying the door closely, Curtis held Rayna's hand, walked to the wall on his left, and pressed a button installed on a flower pot. The doorbell rang.

“You're a genius, Mr. Faymon.” Upon noticing what Curtis did, Robin scratched his head with his hand. “Why didn't I think of that.”

“The residents here are all involved in the pharmaceutical business, particularly herbal medicines. So using plants to hide their doorbell is a common trick they used,” Curtis explained.

Right after the explanation, a smell of herbs from the house wafted through Robin's nose. It smelled like the usual herbal medicine but was mildly herbaceous.

After pressing the doorbell three times, someone in the house finally came to open the door. The young

girl, who answered the door, wore a traditional costume and had her hair bunned up. Looking confused, she looked at the three people standing outside. “How can I help you?”

“We are looking for Cassidy,” Robin replied.

“Cassidy is not here today. Come again another day.” When the young girl was about to close the door, Robin went up to stop her. “Hey, kid. Any idea when will she be back?”

“I'm not sure. She might be back in a day or a couple of months,” the girl answered and pouted helplessly. “I can't believe she took Jaune along and left me alone in this house. It's as if she was not worried that some bad guys would barge in and kidnap me!”

“What? A couple of months?” Robin's heart sank when he heard Cassidy might only return a few months later. He turned around and looked at the grim-faced Curtis and Rayna, who, on the contrary, looked calm. “Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon, would you like to go back first? I'll come and collect the medicine from Cassidy on your behalf.”

“It's okay. Let's stay here for a few more days since we're already here.” Curtis placed his hand on Rayna's waist and pulled her to his side, trying to assure her everything would be fine. “Let's wait for another day. If she still hasn't returned, I'll get someone to find her and bring her back.”

Rayna hummed in response. She was disappointed but did not show her emotion because she did not want Curtis to worry and cause him unnecessary anxiousness. “Let's find a place and rest. I'm a little tired.” She was not lying when she said she was tired. In fact, she felt energy had drained out of her right after leaving the mansion by the sea. Even the short walk from the car to the house here seemed to take forever.

Rayna wondered if the blood parasite would suck her blood. What a disgusting name.

Once again, the young girl closed the door. After glancing at the wooden structure, Curtis wrapped his hand around Rayna's waist, turned around, and left. As usual, Robin led the way ahead of them.

“Shayma, are they gone?” A woman in a figure-hugging gown walked over while carrying a puppy when she noticed the door was shut.

“Yeah. They left.” The little girl turned around to look at the woman standing on the stairways in the courtyard. “Cassidy, why didn't you want to meet since you knew they were coming? You even made me lie to those people.”

“People will not believe in things they could easily get their hands on.” The woman casually glanced at the door before turning around and returning to the living hall. After putting the puppy down, she poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip, and sighed. “You know, Simone is only good at giving me trouble.”

“That's because you're too capable, Cassidy.” Shayma walked into the living room and climbed up a chair to get herself a cup. Cassidy then poured her a cup of coffee. “Did you notice anything just now?”

The little girl hummed in response. “There were two guys and a woman, and I think the woman is visually impaired.” After taking a sip of the coffee, she spewed it out. “Cassidy, why is this coffee so bitter?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you it's just black coffee without sugar,” Cassidy smirked as she watched Shayma get down from the chair, dash to the fountain in the backyard, and gargle her mouth with water several times.

“Since you sneaked out of the house to have a barbecue with our next-door neighbor, Eugene, you should drink something bitter to stimulate the gastric acid secretion. Otherwise, you might suffer from constipation again, kiddo,” Cassidy sneered while sitting in the living room.

“Come on, Cassidy. Can you not do this to me?” After gargling her mouth more than ten times, Shayma stood in the courtyard and complained, “How could you vent your frustration on me? Eugene invited you to the barbecue, but you refused to go!”

“You guys didn't tell me it was a barbecue!” Cassidy picked up her cup, walked to the courtyard, and looked at the red-faced Shayma for a few seconds. She continued, “Make it clear next time if you don't want to get it from me again.”

Cassidy turned around and returned to the house, leaving Shayma fuming in the courtyard.

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In the meantime, a man was talking to a doctor outside a lab in a hospital. “When can I get the results?”

“In a week,” the doctor answered.

Upon hearing that, the man shook the doctor's hand. “Do not give anyone the report. I'll come and collect the report myself.”

“We won't give it to anyone. Only you're allowed to collect the report, so don't worry.” The middle-aged

doctor patted the man's shoulder and watched him enter the elevator. Once the elevator went down, the doctor turned around and bumped into an elderly man who had just limped out of the office. “Show me the thing he gave you.”

“Here you go, Mr. Zeller.” The doctor entered a room and handed him a zip-lock bag that contained a blood-stained Sumanthovean army knife.

After passing the bag to his female assistant, Andrew reminded the doctor, “You know what to do, right?”

“Yes, I do.” The doctor inclined his head in acknowledgment.

Andrew's assistant then gave him a yellow envelope. “Here is a gift from Mr. Zeller.” She continued warning the doctor icily, “This is between us. Got it? I'm sure you're aware of the consequences if anyone else found out about this, Dr. Heckler.”

“Yes, yes. Got it.” The middle-aged doctor accepted the yellow envelope and bowed before Andrew. He dared not even look the man in the eyes.

“Let's go, Jean,” Andrew said to his assistant. He walked with a crutch and headed in the elevator's direction while Jean followed right behind.