Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 58 The Past

Chapter 58 The Past

The family doctor couldn't be more surprised. He was a doctor, so he could tell Madame Clark was recovering at a glance! But he was still a little suspicious, so he hurried forward and did a simple examination. Then, he found her condition had gotten much better!

He looked at Charlotte in shock. And the look in his eyes gradually turned into admiration when he said, "Ms. Lopez, I'm sorry. My medical skills are inferior to yours."

Charlotte did care about such things, so she smiled, "You did a medical examination just now. Does Madame Clark have any complications?"

The family doctor froze and then shook his head, "No, her heart rate and pulse are both normal."

He secretly thought Charlotte would have a bright future. After all, she was not arrogant at all, although she had excellent medical skills at a young age.

But he had doubted her ability and hindered her just now. Thinking he should not have judged a book by its cover, the family doctor felt so ashamed that he wished he could sink through the floor.

But Rachel felt even more ashamed than him. She looked at him and asked in disbelief, "Is my grandma alright now?"

He nodded, "Yes, she is out of danger and will gradually recover."

Rachel suddenly lost all strength, slumped on the carpet, and stared at Charlotte with a complicated look in her eyes.

Charlotte had saved Madame Clark's life, so Rachel's previous words and actions made her look funny like a clown. She had even said she would bury Charlotte with Madame Clark.

Although her protective umbrella survived, she was not happy at all. Instead, her face looked sullen. It was the little slut that had saved Madame Clark. At the thought of it, she felt disgusted as if having swallowed a fly.

Charlotte checked Madame Clark's condition again and asked a servant to feed some water to her. Then, she said to the servants, "Madame Clark should be able to move soon. But she will feel sore and numb. Please massage her to promote her blood circulation. Don't put forth too much strength. Her blood has stagnated for too long. If you massage her hard, her blood vessels may burst. Please keep my words in your minds."

Charlotte was the best doctor in the servants' eyes now, so they heavily nodded their heads.

"Let her continue to take Largeleaf Gentian Decoction. Three times a day before meals. The dosage is the same as today. Go to my place to let me revise the prescription two days later. Don't hesitate to contact me if there is any emergency. She must avoid the wind. Even if she feels hot and sweats a lot, you must not fan her. This medicine will force the internal heat out of her body. She will recover after the heat dissipates."

Charlotte thought for a while and added, "By the way, persuade her to calm down. The stroke should be caused by emotional depression and anger. Anger hurts her liver. Worry, sadness, fear, and nervousness are all triggers of a stroke. She must control her emotions. Otherwise, the risk of relapse would be high! In addition, you must pay attention to her diet. She should avoid alcohol and eat more soy products, vegetables, fruits, and fish. And she needs more omega-3 fatty acid."

The servants hurriedly wrote her words down.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Madame Clark is out of danger. Take good care of her, and she will gradually recover."

Then, she stood up, seriously looked at Rachel, and asked, "Do you still want to bury me?"

Rachel was speechless.

After Nelson chucked, the others couldn't help chuckling with him.

He knew Charlotte had not deliberately asked this question to embarrass Rachel. She had asked because she sincerely wanted an answer.

Rachel's face turned purple when she gritted her teeth and said with a fake smile, "Of course not! I only want to thank you!"

Charlotte felt relieved and said, "That's good."

After all, she was going to be buried with Mr. Clark. She did not want them to cut her in half.

Rachel was at a loss for words. If she had had a knife now, she would have stabbed the little b*tch!

When Charlotte looked back and softly smiled at Nelson, her delicate face was dazzling under the light, looking charming.

She obediently held his wheelchair and asked, "Mr. Clark, are we going back?"

Pleased by the word "we", Nelson nodded with a smile, "Yes, let's go back."

Remembering something, he said to Matthew, "Go back to rest."

Matthew nodded, "Okay."

Charlotte then wheeled Nelson out of Madame Clark's residence. She had been concentrating on the treatment and had not paid attention to time. Feeling the cool wind outside, she suddenly realized it was late at night. She yawned, took out her phone from her pocket, and found it was two in the morning.

The wind sent an unknown flower fragrance over. She had never smelled it before, thinking it was a little intoxicating.

She drooped her long eyelashes and asked a faint voice, "Mr. Clark, are you angry about me saving Madame Clark?"

Nelson lightly asked, "Why do you ask such a question?"

Charlotte's face puckered. After pondering for a while, she said, "Because you seem to have a bad relationship with her."

Nelson paused and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't care whether she lives or dies."

Charlotte didn't know the reason. But she guessed Elizabeth had disappointed Nelson as Jonathan had done to her. He had no family affection for her anymore, so he did not care whether she would die.

She pitied him, so she whispered, "When I was young, I tried to get along well with Aurora and Jonathan."

Nelson didn't know why she suddenly talked about her childhood, but he was interested. Although he had already read all her information, her telling the story in a soft and sweet voice was more interesting than the cold documents.

He let her stop the wheelchair in the garden, took her hand, and asked her to sit on his lap. Then, he put his hands around her waist, imprisoned her in his arms in a possessive posture, and rested his chin on her shoulder. As long as he slightly tilted his head, his lips would touch the bright red mole on her neck.

When she blushed again, he lazily said, "Go on."

She nodded and seriously said, "Before my mother passed away, she told me my grandpa was too old to take care of me. She asked me to build up a good relationship with my father because I would have to live with him in the future. Even if he had neglected me for years, I must not hate him. Therefore, when Aurora took me to the Lopez family, I tried hard to please Jonathan." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She chuckled and continued, "I remember when he held a grand birthday party for Vivian, I saw it through the crack of the door and felt very envious."