Chapter 460
Chapter 460
Now that she’d figured out the key to it all, Kelsey felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders.
Right away, Kelsey dispatched servants to Saint Jero Clinic to resume making the medicine.
However, Kelsey had gravely underestimated both the power of rumors and the resolve of the commoners.
Even the free herbal medicine went untouched because they were utterly convinced that masks were a cure-all.
After all, ever since people started wearing these masks, the spread of the disease had truly been prevented.
Some even scoffed at the idea of herbal medicine. “Why should I drink this bitter stuff when I’m perfectly healthy p>
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He then triumphantly brandished the mask in his hand. “This mask is all I need p>
The turn of events caught Kelsey and Willow off guard.
No matter how hard Kelsey and Willow pleaded, the commoners simply refused to listen.
After a day or two without incident, Kelsey and Willow gradually let their guard down.
Seeing the commoners stubbornly refused to drink herbal medicine, Kelsey and Willow gave up trying to persuade them.
The rumors couldn’t be contained. Instead, they spiraled out of control.
It wasn’t until the fourth day that everything took a turn for the worse.
Suddenly, a third of the Osborne family’s servants collapsed with illness, their symptoms identical to the plague: persistent high fever, violent coughing, and debilitating body aches with profound weakness.
Kelsey’s face drained of color with fright. She frantically ordered disinfection with spirits, but it was already too late.
By nightfall, Kelsey had collapsed with illness.
The disease progressed at terrifying speed. She was burning with fever and babbling deliriously, hovering at death’s door.
As the daughter-in-law, Willow dutifully attended to Kelsey’s bedside, serving water and tending to her every need.
Doctors came to the Osborne family wave after wave, yet none could find a remedy for Kelsey’s worsening condition.
Despite being force-fed countless doses of herbal medicine, Kelsey’s condition showed no improvement-instead, it only grew more dire by the hour.
Michael paced anxiously outside the door. The moment he saw the doctor emerge with his medical case, he rushed over and asked urgently, “Doctor, how is my mother’s condition p>
The elderly doctor looked troubled and bowed deeply. “Your Lordship, please forgive me. It is my incompetence-I am unable to treat Lady Kelsey’s condition p>
Michael was anxious. “How can this be? It’s just a minor illness. How could you possibly not be able to treat her p>
His voice rose in urgent desperation as he fished out banknotes from his sleeve and thrust them into the doctor’s hands. “Money is no object-just cure my mother’s illness, and I will pay whatever it takes p>
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The elderly doctor pushed the banknotes back with a sorrowful expression. “Lord Osborne, you think too highly of me,” he said, his voice heavy with worry. “I’m afraid this is no ordinary plague. You’d do better to seek out Viscountess Athena-she’s a miracle healer. Perhaps she has a solution p>
The doctor’s words were a revelation to Michael.
Michael’s eyes lit up as a sudden realization struck him. ‘Oh, right! Athena is a miracle healer-if anyone can save Mother, it’s her,’ he thought, hope surging in his heart.
But then Michael thought of his strained relationship with Athena, and he was torn.
Athena would never give me the time of day,’ Michael thought bitterly. ‘Athena had made it clear-she hates me p>
Noticing Michael’s hesitation, Willow stammered, “Michael, please let me go. Even if I have to beg on my knees before Athena, I’ll bring her here to treat Kelsey p>
Michael flatly refused. “Do you really want Athena to hate you even more? If she were the type to accept an olive branch, would your relationship have gotten this bad in the first place p>
Willow froze, recalling Athena’s chilling warning, “Stay away from me from now on. Or I’ll kill you on sight p>
“But what about Kelsey?” Willow asked, her voice small.
Michael clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. “I’ll go plead with her myself. Let her hit me or curse me. I’ll take it all p>
Willow’s eyes flew open in shock. “That won’t do! You’re Marquis of Somers-how could you humble yourself like that p>
‘I will never allow Michael to meet Athena privately-not even to catch a glimpse of her from afar,’ Willow vowed to herself.
“Darling, let me come with you, okay?” Willow asked, her tone gentle but insistent.
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