His Precious Love

Chapter 670

As Curtis listened to the conversation between Milo and Simone, he could not help asking, “Do you two know this?”

Nudging the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Milo enunciated, “Sir, may I know where the parasite in your wife's

body came from? And how long has it been?”

“I'm not quite sure where it came from, but it's been a little over two months,” Curtis admitted.

Upon hearing that, Simone exchanged a glance with Milo beside her. “What's your take on this, Milo?”

“I currently can't tell for sure the type of parasite this is.”

No sooner had Milo said that than Curtis interjected, “It's the blood parasite.”

“Blood parasite?” A touch of shock showed on Simone's face. Bending down, she held Rayna's hand up and studied

the emerald bracelet on her wrist. “The Burke family.”

The instant Curtis heard her remark, he swiftly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, urging, “What did you just

say? Repeat it.”

“The emerald bracelet on your wife's wrist is the Burke family's heirloom. That being said, this isn't the only

bracelet. All descendants of the Burke family have one each,” Simone elaborated. Then, she ventured, “Is your wife

a descendant of the Burke family?”

Dipping his eyes, Curtis glanced at the emerald bracelet on Rayna's wrist. “No. I've never seen my wife wear this

bracelet, and she didn't bring any jewelry along when we came here. As such, I don't think it's hers.”

“If so, she likely bumped into someone from the Burke family. But they generally won't voluntarily give their

emerald bracelets to someone else unless that person is exceedingly important.” Simone tucked Rayna's hand back

under the covers before turning to Milo. “What do you think, Milo?”

“I'm afraid we can't admit your wife to our hospital in her present condition. You've got to find a hospital with

available beds first, Mr. Faymon.” After saying that, Milo took a pen and paper out of his pocket. He jotted down two

phone numbers before handing the paper to Curtis. “Here's Simone and my contact details. If you still wish to

contact us when we've wrapped things up here, you may reach us at these two phone numbers.”

Curtis extended his arm to accept it, then scanned his eyes over the names and numbers on it. “Milo Galopin...

Harvey Galopin...”

“May I know if you're acquainted with Harvey Galopin?” he asked. Harvey's suggestion that he bring Rayna to

Shvomhid Mountain and the subsequent events flashed across his mind. All that inevitably aroused his suspicion

that the doctor he hired from abroad had long since known about the parasite in Rayna.

“Harvey?” Milo was stunned for a moment before the corners of his mouth quirked upward by a fraction. “You've

seen him before, Mr. Faymon?”

“Yes. He's a doctor I hired from abroad to treat my wife's eye condition,” Curtis answered honestly despite only

meeting the duo for the first time.

His reply took Milo aback. In the next moment, realization seemingly dawned upon him. “He's my half-brother. Both

of us study medicine, but we specialize in different areas. Judging from what you said, Mr. Faymon, I think Harvey

must have known about the parasite in your wife. That's why he suggested that the two of you come here.”

“I'd like to ask whether you're acquainted with the elderly traditional medicine practitioner on Shvomhid Mountain,”

Curtis hurriedly inquired, afraid that he would miss some important information if he omitted anything.

“The elderly traditional medicine practitioner on Shvomhid Mountain had passed away a little over a year,” Milo

divulged. “You came here to look for him?”

“It was Dr. Harvey who advised me to do so.” Curtis' hands clenched even tighter. The hope within him diminished

by half after he had ascertained that the elderly traditional medicine practitioner had passed away.

“It would have been futile anyway. Even if he were still alive, he couldn't have done anything about it since he knew

nothing. Even with herbs, a single mistake might have caused your wife to lose her life anytime.” While saying that,

Simone whirled around and headed to the door. “I'll go to my dorm and get something. Although it might not be

ultra-effective, it can remove part of the smell of serendipity grass on your wife. Otherwise, it will cause the

parasite to run wild. If it were to enter her internal organs, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any hope of survival for

her.”

At Curtis' silence, Milo urged Simone, “Make it quick.”

After she had left the hospital ward, he remarked, “You seem to be in the dark about serendipity grass, Mr.

Faymon.”

“My wife went missing early in the morning yesterday, having been kidnapped. I only found her just now,” Curtis

explained. It was not difficult for him to discern from Milo's expression that many people were after Rayna because

of the parasite in her, so he surmised, “I suppose the person who kidnapped her wanted the parasite in her.”

He then continued voicing the doubts within him, hoping to receive an answer from Milo. “But I don't get it. The

hotel owner confirmed that the man I saw kidnapping my wife away from the hotel was the elderly traditional

medicine practitioner himself. Why did you both say that he had already passed away?”

Milo mulled it over in his mind for some time before disclosing, “He had a twin brother. I reckon the man you saw

was most probably his elder brother. The elderly traditional medicine practitioner specialized in medicinal herbs. He

did a lot of research in that field and loved cultivating medicinal herbs. His brother, whom you likely saw, specializes

in chemical research.”

After glancing at the text message he had just received a moment ago, Robin stepped forward and reported, “Mr.

Faymon, our men made a trip back to the mansion earlier and verified that they indeed came across a ton of

research equipment and instruments in the living room. That man specializing in chemistry is dead from a bullet to

the head. It was the doing of the man we met in the courtyard earlier.”

Then, he added, “They found a small cage under the couch in the living room containing a tiny animal resembling a

cat inside. Since they had no idea what it was, they didn't dare to touch it.”

As he spoke, he showed Curtis the photos their men had sent to his phone. Curtis took a brief look before holding

the phone out to Milo. “Have a look, Dr. Galopin.”

Milo had not done much research on animals, so he could not figure out what it was even after scrutinizing the

pictures for a long time. “You can show it to Simone when she returns. She likes to tinker with peculiar things.”

Just as his words rang out, the door to the ward was swung open forcefully, and Simone sprinted into the room

while panting. She handed Curtis a pouch and glass bottle, explaining, “This pouch contains dried medicinal herbs

that have a calming effect on the parasite. As for the pills in this bottle, give her one every three days. They can

gradually remove the smell of serendipity grass on her. This medicine is handmade; I previously used it to have

better sleep. I'll have my friend make some more later.” As she spoke, she handed a note to him. “This is my

friend's address. This medicine can only be retrieved in person and can't be mailed.”

Curtis reached out a hand and took it. “Thank you.”

At that precise moment, a series of knocks sounded on the door, followed by a nurse's holler. “Dr. Galopin, Simone,

the head of the department is looking for you both. Hurry up and go see him.”