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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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtoff 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.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“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.
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