Chapter 320 Slow Poisoning


    Wynter looked as sharp as she was stunning, a trait that a true


    Quinnell heiress would have. None of the household staff dared


    challenge her identity. They couldn’t even help staring at her.


    They watched as she made her way from the threshold to the study in


    long, confident strides. There was no denying her beauty as the staff


    took in her chiseled profile.


    Wynter never thought she could win over a crowd with her looks


    alone, not that she particrly cared about winning anyone over. She was more concerned about the


    toxins that were working their way


    through Fabian’s system.


    As the door to the study swung open, Fabian leaped to his feet and grinned at Wynter. “Come here and


    let me have a look at you, Wynter. Are you cold?


    “I would have sent my fleet of cars to bring you to Kingbourne, but that Yarwood brat told me his


    entourage offered more security.


    Anyway, where’s your grandmother?”


    “She said she’lle over another day,” Wynter answered and immediately reached out to take


    Fabian’s pulse. “How are you feeling,


    Grandpa?”


    Fabian felt perfectly fine. “My temper got the better of me, I think.”


    Without another word, Wynter pulled out her ck pouch and took a


    silver needle from it. She then swiftly stabbed the needle into Fabian’s


    acupuncture detox point. When she pulled out the needle, the tip was


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    nearlypletely ck.


    Wynter looked grim at the sight.


    Fabian froze. “Wynter, is that… poison?”


    “Yes. The toxins were built up slowly in your system,” Wynter


    concluded as she stored her needles.


    She took out a long, rectangr box, from which she produced a stalk


    of herb. “Alexis, have someone remove the roots and cook only the


    stem and leaves. Be careful, though, because the roots are poisonous.


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    Alexis had no idea what the herb was, but the doctor who followed


    him into the study had been privileged enough toe across the


    herb before. “A Zenith herb! A real-life Zenith herb!”


    Zenith herb was extremely hard toe by, and for Wynter to


    produce an actual, freshly plucked one was surprising.


    “You want this cooked?”


    “Yes,” Wynter replied, sounding almost nonchnt about it.


    Fabian had deduced from the doctor’s reaction that the herb was


    extremely rare, hence his question.


    The doctor smiled and said, “You’re lucky to have such a resourceful


    granddaughter, Mr. Quinnell. The herb is only sold by the Heavenly Medical Guild once every five


    years, and the bidding price starts at


    five million for a stalk.


    “It cures all kinds of diseases. We call it a miracle herb. I never


    thought you would have such a precious herb on your person,


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    Quinnell.”


    Hearing this, Fabian looked at Wynter in rm. “Wynter, you shouldn’t waste such an herb on curing


    me. Save it for yourself.”


    Wynter reasoned with him gently, “Grandpa, the herb can cure your sooner than conventional detoxing


    methods. Besides, the herb isn’t as rare as they say, and Heavenly Medical Guild probably rigged its


    market price. It doesn’t cost that much.”


    She could always farm more of the herb. It was difficult to cultivate


    Zenith herb, but it certainly wasn’t extinct.


    Fabian chuckled. “You’re the only one I know who’d say such things. about Heavenly Medical Guild.


    But you should be careful of what you say. Even an outsider like me knows how incredible the guild is


    in the


    medical world.”


    “It’s so-so,” Wynter countered vaguely before changing the subject. Grandpa, shall we eat?”


    Delighted, he said, “Of course. Alexis, could you bring the gifts I bought for Wynter?”


    “You bought me gifts again, Grandpa?” Wynter gleaned at her phone and did not see any invoice that


    indicated orders from Fabian.


    He patted her hand. “I didn’t want you to worry aboutmuting, so I


    got you a few cars.”


    “A few?” she repeated as dread filled her.


    Fabian cleared his throat. “Just a few. Shall we adjourn to the dining


    room?”


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    He had never been one to feel like splurging, but that changed when Wynter came into his life. He


    bought the cars after watching a livestream. While the viewers had praised the cars’ appearances, they


    found the million-dor price tags too steep.


    However, Fabian had only taken one look at the fronts of the cars and


    called up the dealers to order them.


    Wynter cast him a thoughtful look. She knew he only meant well, and


    she smiled as she took the keys.


    g about


    “Thank you for the gift, Grandpa. It’s perfect. I was just thinking getting one so I could bring Grandma


    around, what with her bad legs.


    and all.”


    “I knew you’d like it!” Fabian beamed. With half the toxins out of his


    body, he could breathe properly again.


    Everything seemed fine until Wynter reached the living room and


    spied the man-made waterfall that flowed into a lily pond on the west


    side of the house.


    Her eyes narrowed slightly as she assessed the set-up and found


    something amiss.