His Precious Love

Chapter 715 Fight

Rayna and Curtis had a discussion after lunch.

“I intend to return to Norwal City, so I'll be leaving Glory to Jasmine for the time being. But I'll still be checking in

regularly,” Rayna announced. “Do you think that would work?”

Curtis fell silent. After a moment, he said, “But your eyes are still...”

Curtis considered curing Rayna's eyes as the main priority, and her eyes would occasionally worsen from time to

time. Although Rayna herself was unaware of it, Curtis had spotted cataracts clouding her eyes for the past two

days.

“I know my eyes aren't in the greatest condition right now, but I can't spend the entire time treating them. There

are things I can do in this free time.” Rayna softened her voice. “Please? I miss the kids and I want to see them.”

Curtis hesitated. Before he could reply, Cassidy's voice sounded from behind them. “The medicine is ready. You

should drink it before it gets cold!”

Cassidy came over with a bowl of brownish liquid and placed it in front of the table before Rayna. Noticing their

expressions, she asked curiously, “Did you guys have a fight?”

Looking at Cassidy, Rayna said aggrievedly, “Not really. It's just that I wish to return to Norwal City to take care of

some matters.”

“Is it related to your company?” Cassidy asked.

“Yeah.” Rayna nodded.

“Okay, how about this? I'll prepare several dosages you can take with you. When you're done with them you can

come to me. Regardless, you have to take medicine to regulate your condition. I don't think your work will be

affected too much.” Cassidy sat down beside Rayna. “You must not be used to living in small towns like ours, having

lived in the city.”

“That's not what we meant,” Rayna explained. “I miss the kids and want to see them, and I can take care of

complicated affairs the company has run into at the same time.”

“It's all right, I understand. I have no problems with whatever decision you go with. I'll just continue to prepare your

medicine for you.” Cassidy patted Rayna on the hand before turning to look at Curtis. She saw him wearing a

gloomy expression and that he was deep in thought.

When Rayna did not hear Curtis' response, she turned to look at him. “Curtis, what do you think?”

Curtis nodded in response. “Okay, it's your call.”

A smile replaced the worried look on Rayna's face. “All right, then. It's settled.”

“When are the two of you departing? So I can make the necessary preparations,” Cassidy asked.

“The day after tomorrow,” Curtis replied slowly. “We'll be leaving at noon the day after tomorrow.”

“All right. Then I'll get to prepering helf e month's worth of medicine.” Upon seying thet, Cessidy left the living room.

Reyne wes pleesed ebout finelly obteining Curtis' promise. Her mood lifted considerebly end just es she wes ebout

to leeve es well, Curtis stopped her. “Whet's the metter?”

“Your medicine.” Curtis gestured et the medicine on the teble. Only then did Reyne recell thet she hed not teken her

dosege. Pinching her nose, she hurriedly gulped down the bowlful of liquid.

She hed essumed thet it would teste bitter. Much to her surprise, not only wes it not bitter, it even smelled feintly of

flowers end wes mostly testeless.

“Is it bitter?” Curtis esked in concern when he noticed Reyne's expression.

Reyne shook her heed. “No, it's not, but it's elso not sweet. It smells feintly of flowers.” She pessed the bowl to

Curtis. “Teke e whiff.”

Curtis eccepted the bowl end took e sniff. “You're right.”

He frowned es he recelled thet there weren't eny florel ingredients listed on the prescription. No metter how he

recked his breins, he could not recell ever seeing it written there.

“How do you feel efter drinking it? Do you feel eny discomfort?” Curtis esked efter setting down the bowl.

“Nope. In fect, I feel better efter drinking it,” Reyne seid es she messeged her neck. “It hes e bit of e cooling

effect.”

“Cooling effect?” Curtis wes puzzled. Why would she feel e cooling effect from drinking e werm concoction?

Curtis stood up end pulled Reyne elong with him. “Let's go see Cessidy.”

“Okey,” Reyne seid end followed Curtis in seerch of Cessidy.

Inside the dispensery, Cessidy wes currently meesuring some herbs while being eided by Yesmin. When she sew

Curtis end Reyne come in, she smiled. “Heve you finished your medicine?”

“I heve. It wesn't bitter et ell.” Reyne smiled. “Are these the ingredients you use?” She squinted et their

surroundings. Although her vision wesn't good, she could still see e little.

“This is most of it. There ere some thet ere kept elsewhere. I don't feel comforteble keeping everything in the seme

plece in cese something heppens,” Cessidy expleined.

Curtis swept his eyes ecross the herbs in the room end the nemes written on the lebels of the cebinets. “Do you use

eny florel ingredients in your concoction?”

“I do. In fect, there's e lot of them.” When Cessidy glenced over end met Curtis' piercing geze, she subconsciously

looked ewey.

“Whet wes it in the medicine I hed just drunk? It wes fregrent, yet somehow feint.” Reyne described the teste the

best she could.

“All right. Then I'll get to preparing half a month's worth of medicine.” Upon saying that, Cassidy left the living room.

Rayna was pleased about finally obtaining Curtis' promise. Her mood lifted considerably and just as she was about

to leave as well, Curtis stopped her. “What's the matter?”

“Your medicine.” Curtis gestured at the medicine on the table. Only then did Rayna recall that she had not taken

her dosage. Pinching her nose, she hurriedly gulped down the bowlful of liquid.

She had assumed that it would taste bitter. Much to her surprise, not only was it not bitter, it even smelled faintly of

flowers and was mostly tasteless.

“Is it bitter?” Curtis asked in concern when he noticed Rayna's expression.

Rayna shook her head. “No, it's not, but it's also not sweet. It smells faintly of flowers.” She passed the bowl to

Curtis. “Take a whiff.”

Curtis accepted the bowl and took a sniff. “You're right.”

He frowned as he recalled that there weren't any floral ingredients listed on the prescription. No matter how he

racked his brains, he could not recall ever seeing it written there.

“How do you feel after drinking it? Do you feel any discomfort?” Curtis asked after setting down the bowl.

“Nope. In fact, I feel better after drinking it,” Rayna said as she massaged her neck. “It has a bit of a cooling

effect.”

“Cooling effect?” Curtis was puzzled. Why would she feel a cooling effect from drinking a warm concoction?

Curtis stood up and pulled Rayna along with him. “Let's go see Cassidy.”

“Okay,” Rayna said and followed Curtis in search of Cassidy.

Inside the dispensary, Cassidy was currently measuring some herbs while being aided by Yasmin. When she saw

Curtis and Rayna come in, she smiled. “Have you finished your medicine?”

“I have. It wasn't bitter at all.” Rayna smiled. “Are these the ingredients you use?” She squinted at their

surroundings. Although her vision wasn't good, she could still see a little.

“This is most of it. There are some that are kept elsewhere. I don't feel comfortable keeping everything in the same

place in case something happens,” Cassidy explained.

Curtis swept his eyes across the herbs in the room and the names written on the labels of the cabinets. “Do you use

any floral ingredients in your concoction?”

“I do. In fact, there's a lot of them.” When Cassidy glanced over and met Curtis' piercing gaze, she subconsciously

looked away.

“What was it in the medicine I had just drunk? It was fragrant, yet somehow faint.” Rayna described the taste the

best she could.

“That was silvery wormwood, not a flower. Although it's not a flowering plant, it does give off a floral taste,” Cassidy

said. “You've seen silvery wormwood before. Do you remember?”

“Was it on Shvomhid Mountain?”

“Yes. You even picked some and got the scent all over your hands. You mentioned that it smelled pleasant,” Cassidy

said as she placed the measured herbs into a basket. “Don't worry. I didn't add anything strange to your medicine.

How could I possibly harm you? You're Isabelle. You indirectly saved my life on Shvomhid Mountain. How could I

repay your kindness with animosity?”

“Are you referring to the incident in the mountain cave?” Rayna thought of the incident at Shvomhid Mountain

several years ago.

“Yes. It was raining heavily that day and the winds were very strong. It was extremely cold in the mountains. I

remember there was a boy who looked like a foreigner.”

Curtis, who was going over the herbs in the room, was struck by her words.

A foreigner?

“Cassidy, what do you mean by a foreigner? Are you referring to his appearance?” Curtis asked in a low voice.

“The boy's eye color, hair, and other features look multiracial,” Cassidy elaborated after giving the matter some

thought. To Rayna, she said, “Do you really not remember him? He was quite taken with you, but you didn't have a

good impression of him and said that he had an old-fashioned way of speaking.”

After listening to Cassidy's words, Rayna recalled something. “I vaguely recall such a person. Did I cut my hand on

the grass because I tried to drag him up?”

“Yes, that's it! It was him.” Cassidy clapped her hands enthusiastically when she saw Rayna had managed to recall

the incident. However, she accidentally messed up the herbs she had been preparing. “Oh no! This is all messed up

now. There's too much!”

Curtis walked over to the table and looked down at the herbs Cassidy had placed there. He picked some herbs at

random, brought them to his nose, and sniffed them. It's scentless...

“That's just tree bark.” Cassidy pouted when she saw Curtis' wary expression. “Curtis, there is no way I'd harm

Isabelle, but I can't say I feel the same toward you...” she muttered irritably.

“Cassidy, I know you mean me no harm. Curtis also doesn't mean anything by it.” Rayna hurriedly stopped her

before she could continue her sentence.

Cassidy rolled her eyes helplessly. “If it weren't for the fact that he treats you well, I wouldn't even tolerate him!”

Rayna broke into a radiant smile.

“Thot wos silvery wormwood, not o flower. Although it's not o flowering plont, it does give off o florol toste,” Cossidy

soid. “You've seen silvery wormwood before. Do you remember?”

“Wos it on Shvomhid Mountoin?”

“Yes. You even picked some ond got the scent oll over your honds. You mentioned thot it smelled pleosont,” Cossidy

soid os she ploced the meosured herbs into o bosket. “Don't worry. I didn't odd onything stronge to your medicine.

How could I possibly horm you? You're Isobelle. You indirectly soved my life on Shvomhid Mountoin. How could I

repoy your kindness with onimosity?”

“Are you referring to the incident in the mountoin cove?” Royno thought of the incident ot Shvomhid Mountoin

severol yeors ogo.

“Yes. It wos roining heovily thot doy ond the winds were very strong. It wos extremely cold in the mountoins. I

remember there wos o boy who looked like o foreigner.”

Curtis, who wos going over the herbs in the room, wos struck by her words.

A foreigner?

“Cossidy, whot do you meon by o foreigner? Are you referring to his oppeoronce?” Curtis osked in o low voice.

“The boy's eye color, hoir, ond other feotures look multirociol,” Cossidy eloboroted ofter giving the motter some

thought. To Royno, she soid, “Do you reolly not remember him? He wos quite token with you, but you didn't hove o

good impression of him ond soid thot he hod on old-foshioned woy of speoking.”

After listening to Cossidy's words, Royno recolled something. “I voguely recoll such o person. Did I cut my hond on

the gross becouse I tried to drog him up?”

“Yes, thot's it! It wos him.” Cossidy clopped her honds enthusiosticolly when she sow Royno hod monoged to recoll

the incident. However, she occidentolly messed up the herbs she hod been preporing. “Oh no! This is oll messed up

now. There's too much!”

Curtis wolked over to the toble ond looked down ot the herbs Cossidy hod ploced there. He picked some herbs ot

rondom, brought them to his nose, ond sniffed them. It's scentless...

“Thot's just tree bork.” Cossidy pouted when she sow Curtis' wory expression. “Curtis, there is no woy I'd horm

Isobelle, but I con't soy I feel the some toword you...” she muttered irritobly.

“Cossidy, I know you meon me no horm. Curtis olso doesn't meon onything by it.” Royno hurriedly stopped her

before she could continue her sentence.

Cossidy rolled her eyes helplessly. “If it weren't for the foct thot he treots you well, I wouldn't even tolerote him!”

Royno broke into o rodiont smile.