His Precious Love

Chapter 660

“What do you mean by that, Adrienne?” the manager asked angrily. He had assumed that Thibault was simply being

difficult when he refused the business deal, so he hadn't taken it seriously until now. He never imagined that

Thibault wouldn't show up at all.

“Instead of directing your frustration towards me, try reaching out to other chefs. Maybe someone who has

previously worked here can step in temporarily to help you salvage the situation.” Adrienne couldn't be bothered to

talk to the bald middle-aged manager with a protruding belly anymore. She turned around to return to her

workstation.

The manager nearly blew his top at Adrienne's words. However, he had to tamp down his anger as Adrienne was

someone important.

...

It was eight at night when Curtis found the little log cabin at Shvomhid Mountain with Rayna. Theodore had sent him

the location earlier.

Robin informed, “Mr. Faymon, the cabin door is locked. I checked it and it appears to have been locked for some

time, as the lock is covered in dust.”

Curtis' expression turned solemn. “Call Dr. Galopin and ask if there is indeed a traditional medicine practitioner on

Shvomhid Mountain.”

Robin nodded. He pulled out his phone and left to search for a place with a phone signal to make the call.

Hearing their exchange, Rayna let out a soft sigh. Curtis immediately comforted her. “Don't worry. We will find that

old traditional medicine practitioner.”

“Mm.” Rayna bobbed her head. Curtis then helped her to a bench so she could sit down. “Are you tired?”

There were at least a few hundred steps on Shvomhid Mountain. Curtis often worked out, so he didn't feel

exhausted at all. Despite his concerns that the climb might be too strenuous for Rayna, she made the ascent

without a single complaint. Curtis was amazed at how well Rayna handled the hike up Shvomhid Mountain.

“I'm all right.” Rayna was drinking water from the foldable cup Curtis brought along when she heard a rustle

nearby. “Curtis, there seems to be something in the bushes on our left,” she told him.

Hearing that, Curtis glanced at the bushes on their left. Indeed, he noticed something moving and chirping within.

“Stay here while I go check it out.” Curtis made sure his jacket that was placed over her shoulders was in position

before he went in the direction of the rustling sound. Suddenly, something jumped out of the bushes and nearly hit

his eye.

Although several LED lights illuminated the area outside the log cabin, the darkness made it difficult for Curtis to

see clearly. His vision was blurry, and he was unable to determine what the creature was.

“Are you injured?” Rayna quickly sat up upon hearing Curtis' shout. She attempted to reach him, but he quickly

moved to steady her. “No,” he assured her. “The light was not strong enough for me to make out what that

creature was.”

“If we can't find the elderly traditional medicine practitioner, let's give up,” Rayna said as she held onto Curtis' arm.

“I don't mind being blind. I can also get treated by modern medicine.”

When Curtis left to investigate the creature in the bushes, Rayna felt her heart leap into her throat. Oddly, even

after reaching the top of the mountain, she remained uneasy.

“Where is Mr. Yeast? Let's head back!” Rayna urged. She pulled Curtis' hand and prepared to leave. Right then,

Robin ended the call and came back to them. He noticed Rayna tugging Curtis' hand as though they were about to

leave. Approaching them, Robin said, “Dr. Galopin told me that there is an elderly traditional practitioner who

resides in the mountains and rarely ventures out. The log cabin we discovered could have been his former home.

However, he no longer resides here, but Dr. Galopin is uncertain of the location of his current dwelling.”

As Robin spoke, he occasionally glanced at Rayna. “Dr. Galopin also mentioned that it is possible Mrs. Faymon had

visited this location in the past,” he revealed.

Curtis was taken aback at his words. He couldn't help but suspect the doctor's identity.

Rayna's expression became somber as she listened to Robin's words. Her lips tightened in thought. A brief silence

later, she asked, “What does the mountain look like?”

Robin glanced at Curtis, and the latter gave him a curt nod. He parted his lips to reply on Curtis' behalf, “Mrs.

Faymon, Shvomhid Mountain looks like a lotus flower.”

“Lotus flower?” At the mention of the flower, Rayna's face lost color and she gripped Curtis' hand tighter. “The

elderly traditional medicine practitioner doesn't reside in this cabin. He lives in a treehouse perched on top of two

pine trees, which he constructed himself,” she said. Rayna recounted the details of the treehouse she had seen in

her youth to Curtis and eventually concluded, “Our journey here was for nothing.”

Curtis' brows furrowed together as he shot Rayna a confused look.

“Mr. Yeast, please reach out to Mr. Xavier and ask them to conduct another search,” Curtis instructed. He gave

Robin a pointed look before guiding Rayna back to the bench.

After they settled down on the bench, Curtis asked, “Have you been to Shvomhid Mountain in the past?”

“That's correct. In my memories, this mountain is not referred to as Shvomhid Mountain, but rather, 'Herb

Mountain' because of the abundant and valuable herbs found there. The villagers have given it a simple and

memorable name for that reason,” Rayna explained, holding onto Curtis' arm tightly. “I had no knowledge that the

elderly traditional medicine practitioner Dr. Galopin told you about was on this mountain. Had I known, I wouldn't

have allowed you to make the climb. He had strict rules, such as not treating the same patient twice and requiring

patients to hike up Herb Mountain to receive treatment.”

“Did you receive treatment from him previously?” Curtis inquired.

Rayna answered, “No. I didn't get treated by him. It wasn't my family either as I asked him to treat a stranger. The

elderly traditional medicine practitioner told me back then that I wouldn't have another chance to get treated by

him ever again.”

“You requested treatment for another person?” Curtis picked up on the key information in her response. “Did the

elderly traditional medicine practitioner have a dislike for treating patients through intermediaries?”

“Yes, you're right. Hence, I gave my chance to that person,” Rayna revealed. She let out a soft sigh and chuckled.

“Back when I was young, I was perfectly healthy compared to James and Roxanne who often fell sick. I took my

good health for granted and thought I would never fall sick, so I readily gave my opportunity for treatment to

someone in need.”

Rayna was trying hard to sound nonchalant as she patted Curtis' arm. “Come, let's go home.”

Curtis didn't move an inch. He held Rayna's hand tightly and declared, “You asked for his help to save someone's

life back then. Even though he had his rules, he agreed to save the patient. Clearly, he isn't a cold-hearted person.

If I beg for his help, he might agree to treat you.”

Rayna dismissed the idea by shaking her head. “There's no point doing that. In the past, he agreed to assist

because his beloved was here on the mountain with him. However, she has passed on, so he won't agree to help

us.”