Chapter 45

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Chapter 45 Wynter Decided to Take Action Herself

It was Wynter. She held the invitation card between her fingers, her eyes cold.

“Go back and tell Mrs. Gibson Senior that we, the Empathy Clinic, will be on time for the appointment.

Hopefully, the Gibson family can hold on and won’t get into any trouble.”

“What do you think the Gibson family is? Can we even get into trouble?” George looked as if he had

heard a joke.

He was extremely haughty. “Let me tell you, no one in Southdale dares to lay a finger on the Gibson

family. The Gibson family is the law of Southdale. You better remember this, young lady.”

“I always remember.” Wynter was eating a sweet, and the look in her eyes darkened.

George only thought that Wynter didn’t know much about the Gibson family. He then left

arrogantly.

Wynter looked at George’s back and slightly squinted her eyes.

George didn’t take his twisted arm seriously in the first place. But after he walked out of the alley and

got into the car, his expression suddenly changed.

Why did he feel like he had lost sensation in his arm?

He tried to swing his arm but found that the joints seemed to be completely broken. His arm was so

limp, and the joints couldn’t even be connected.

“Hurry! Let’s go home and find Aunt Hilda!” George shouted, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He wondered if he was disabled.

“No. I’m not,” George murmured to himself, looking pale. “Aunt Hilda will definitely heal me!

His driver didn’t know what happened. He turned around and looked at him. “Is something

wrong, Mr. George?”

“Quick! Drive faster!” George yelled anxiously.

From the entrance of the alley, Wynter withdrew her gaze. There was still hostility in her

eyes.

The onlookers were still staring at them. Margaret was obviously looking a little out of

state.

Wynter picked up the shopping bag from the ground and smiled at Margaret. “Let’s go home, Grandma.

My friends are still waiting to eat the shrimp that you cook.”

Margaret came back to her senses and replied, “Let’s go home now. Look at me. I’m so forgetfui.”

The crowd was still there. Wynter greeted them while holding Margaret’s arm to help her walk. “Did you

buy a pumpkin too, Aunt Ruth?”

“Yeah. That’s right.” Ruth Webb looked a little awkward. “Hurry up and help your grandma to walk

home, Wynter. I think she’s worried about something.”

Wynter replied with a brief smile, “Okay.”

Given her attitude, the people gossiping earlier said nothing. They were all neighbors after

all.

Susan even helped her to pick up the groceries. “Don’t take it to heart, Wynter. Ruth and the other

neighbors don’t have any bad intentions.”

“I know,” Wynter said indifferently. “I’ll put the saddle on the right horse.”

She knew very well who she should pick the bone with.

Susan let out a breath upon hearing Wynter’s words. But actually, she was still a little

scared. Everyone else avoided walking past the clinic.

Margaret had lived in the neighborhood for such a long time. But this was the first time Susan heard

Margaret caused someone’s death during treatment.

How could the others not be afraid? The clinic suddenly became very quiet.

Sergio had followed Wynter with a conflicted expression. After Wynter sent Margaret back to the

house, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is your grandma Margaret Yates, Dr. Genius?”

Wynter closed the door and glanced aloofly at him. “What? Have you heard of her name

before?”

“1…”

Sergio was timid due to Wynter’s powerful presence. “Some older family members

mentioned some rumors.”

Wynter smiled, but her eyes turned cold. “What are the rumors? I haven’t heard any of

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those. Can you tell me?”

Sergio was frightened. He paused for a while before answering, “You don’t really have to

listen to those rumors. They’re unreliable!”

“What if I insist’I want to know the rumors?” Wynter persisted unhurriedly while her fingers

were tapping on the wooden stick she was holding.

Sergio took a deep breath and stated, “The rumors say there were not four, but five

medical families in Southdale. And the most outstanding one was actually your grandma, Margaret

Yates.”