âCan I take a look?â Sebastianâs reaction was somewhat agitated. He had almost gotten his hands on it.Winnie felt baffled, but since the request came from Sebastian, she readily agreed.âAll right. Hold on.â
Winnie undid the watch from her wrist and passed it to Sebastian. Out of respect toward him, she used both hands when she handed the watch over.Unexpectedly, Sebastian, too, used both hands when he took the watch from her. He acted as if the watch was the most priceless treasure in the world.As Sebastian carefully observed the watch, tears began to roll down uncontrollably from his eyes.Winnie and Josiah were bewildered. They exchanged glances. Confusion was written all over their faces.Lowering his head, Josiah whispered in Winnieâs ear, âWhatâs so special about your watch?
Whatâs going on?âWinnie frowned and shook her head. She had no idea what was going on right now.It was not until she saw Sebastian wiping his tears did Winnie inquire, âOld Mr. Xander, if I may ask, is there something wrong with my watch?ââYes! Thereâs a huge problem!â Before Sebastian could speak, Yolanda, who had been standing nearby, grabbed the watch from him. She held the watch and asked Winnie coldly, âWhy do you have this watch? Where did you get it from?âWinnie frowned. She was not pleased with Yolandaâs attitude. âMs. Xander, are you questioning me? Before I even consider answering your question, I must ask you to return the watch to me.ââYour watch? Are you certain itâs yours?â Yolanda glared at Winnie. âThen, can you tell me what the letters âXHSâ on the face of the watch means? If you canât answer that, it means the watch doesnât belong to you!ââYolanda! Behave yourself! How dare you speak to a guest in such a manner?â Sebastian chided his granddaughter and extended his hand. âGive the watch to me.ââGrandpa!ââGive it to me!âLeft with no choice, Yolanda could only hand over the watch to Sebastian.Holding the watch carefully, Sebastian stepped forward and returned it to Winnie.Upon seeing that, Yolanda furrowed her brows. âGrandpa, that belongs to Harrison!ââSilence!â Sebastian did not spare his granddaughter a glance. With slightly reddened eyes, he asked Winnie, âGirl, can I ask you about the origin of this watch? I wonât keep it a secret from you.
My grandson, Harrison Xander, also owns such a watch. When he sent it for customization the watch, he specially requested to have the letters âXHSâ engraved underneath. Those are his initials. Itâs such a coincidence that this watch also has the same three letters engraved on it.âImmediately after hearing Sebastianâs explanation, Winnie understood the situation.âI see.â Winnie saw no need to conceal what she knew. âI used to wonder what the three letters meant, but I never managed to find the watchmaker.
Hence, I have no leads. Itâs a really good watch. Iâve worn it for over two years. However, Iâm not too sure about its origins. My brother gave it to me as a present. He obtained it from a merchant when he was on an inspection trip about two years ago. I donât know anything else other than that.ââInspection?â
Hope ignited in Sebastianâs eyes. âDo you know where your brother went for his investigation? And the merchant who sold him the watch⦠what do they look like?âWinnie pondered it for a moment. âI think it was Alendor. He went to Arcvas Desert for an inspection. I supposed he bought the watch there. As for what the merchant looks like, Iâm not too sure.ââArcvas Desertâ¦â When Sebastian heard Winnieâs reply, the light in his eyes extinguished.He had hoped that it was somewhere else.Sebastian had been hoping that his grandson was still alive somewhere in the world.However, the location turned out to be the desert.At that thought, Sebastian could not stop himself from tearing up.âOld Mr. Xanderâ¦â Winnie was not used to seeing older folks break down in front of her. She was at a loss for what to do.As Winnie reached out a hand to try to console Sebastian, Yolanda roughly shoved her aside.âTake your watch and leave. Donât agitate Grandpa any further!Josiah was displeased with Yolandaâs behavior.
âMs. Xander, you donât have to be so rude. We donât know whatâs happening. At the very least, we should try to make sense of this situation and find out whatâs going on.âSebastian covered his face as he cried, his tone full of remorse. âTwo years ago, I had a heated argument with my grandson. He then went on an expedition in Arcvas Desert, but he never came back. I was told that heâs dead, but they never found his body. Oh, Harrison. Iâm so sorry. This watch belongs to him. I never thought Iâd get to see this watch again. We had this made together. I thought this watch had disappeared along with him.ââI see.â Winnie truly had no idea how to console the dispirited old man before her. There was only one thing she could do. âIf thatâs the case, I should return this watch to you, since itâs yours.â Upon saying that, Winnie handed over the watch to Sebastian.Sebastian accepted the bequeathed watch with trembling hands. âHow much did your brother pay for it? I will pay you back.ââItâs all right. Please keep it. For me, itâs only a watch, but for you, itâs an important and priceless keepsake.ââI canât do that. I canât let you spend your money for nothing.â Sebastian had already regained his composure. His voice was a lot clearer too.After giving it some thought, Winnie said, âWell, if you insist. Then, shall we consider the watch the payment for treating my husbandâs illness? That way, you wonât feel indebted.ââAll right. I will do my best to treat him,â Sebastian agreed readily. âCome, let us get off the mountain.âOn the way down the mountain, Yolanda and Sebastian led the way, with the former supporting the latter. Winnie and Josiah followed behind them.Josiah exclaimed, âArenât you a capable one? You settled matters with Old Mr. Xander so quickly.ââCan you be more serious?â Winnie shot Josiah a look. âFirst of all, itâs all just a coincidence. Moreover, he had to suffer the grief of losing his grandson. He must feel terrible. What do you mean by âsettle mattersâ? Can you not say that? I never realized youâre quite the chatterbox.âJosiah adjusted his glasses and said seriously, âPeople who know me well are familiar with the fact. Contrary to my cool appearance, Iâm actually quite a chatty person.âAlthough Josiah said those words with a smile, he heaved a long sigh internally.When he was with Winnie, he felt as if he had to keep himself occupied by talking or doing something. Otherwise, his thoughts would stray!When they came down from the mountain, Josiah left to pick up Xavier. Winnie proceeded to follow Sebastian and Yolanda to the Xander residence.Yolanda truly was a despicable person.Upon entering the residence, she shut the door on Winnie, refusing to let the latter in.It was a good thing that Sebastian was not an unreasonable person. After admonishing Yolanda, he let Winnie inside.Winnie could not help but frown when she observed the pair.The way they interacted was somewhat peculiar. Yolanda acted as if she held a grudge against Sebastian, but at the same time, she obeyed his every word.Sebastian, on the other hand, treated Yolanda rather strictly. Yet, he would accommodate and indulge her. He acted as if he felt guilty toward her.Every family had their own skeleton in the closet. Hence, Winnie did not try to interfere.Sebastian had just finished tending to the fields. Before he went to clean up and change into clean clothes, he specifically instructed Yolanda to entertain their guest properly.However, judging from Yolandaâs attitude, it wasnât hard to guess that she had no intentions of being hospitable toward Winnie.Winnie sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard while Yolanda stared down at her as if she was looking at a thief.Yolandaâs gaze did not bother Winnie in the slightest.Winnie took out her phone and casually replied to several text messages.
Then, she made a phone call and proceeded to speak fluently in a foreign language.âHello, Terenz. I want to ask you about the compass watch you gave me two years ago. Yes, I remember you brought it back from your inspection in Arcvas Desert. Can you recall the person who sold it to you? Huh, it was an Alendorian man? Okay. Do you still have his contact details? Iâd like to find out more about the watch. Really? Awesome! Please ask on my behalf. Whatever the answers are, please tell me. No, no, itâs not a friend, but the owner of the watch is very dear to that person. Okay, Iâm sure weâll meet soon.
Iâm looking forward to it.âAfter ending her phone call with a certain member of the family, Winnieâs lips curled into a smile. She was in an excellent mood.However, Yolandaâs sarcastic voice suddenly rang out and interrupted Winnieâs good mood.âQuit pretending! Are you trying to curry favor with Grandpa by finding Harrison? Hah, you want to give Grandpa hope and lead him on. Youâre only trying to trick him into pouring his heart and soul to treat your man, and then youâll deliver the final blow!âWith that, Winnieâs good mood evaporated. âHmph, do you think everyone else has bad intentions just because you have them? First of all, why should I pretend in front of you? Old Mr. Xander isnât even here. Why would I even have to put in the effort? Moreover, itâs a piece of cake for Terenz to get some answers from some merchant. Also, I trust Old Mr. Xanderâs medical ethics. Heâs already promised to treat my husband. Thereâs no need for me to deceive him. Last but not least, so what if Iâm trying to curry favor with Old Mr. Xander for my husbandâs sake? Iâm doing all this honorably and with integrity.âYolanda sneered. âIn the end, you admitted it. You have a motive for doing all this!ââSay, Iâve been quite curiousâ¦â Winnie put her phone away as she stood up. âPeople have their reasons for doing things.
Iâm not an exception to that. Well, what about you? What is your motive? Why are you stopping us from seeking medical help? Why wouldnât you let us meet Old Mr. Xander?ââItâs simple. I donât like you.â
Yolanda put on a poker face. No matter what she said, that icy expression on her face remained.
âAlthough Grandpa agreed to treat your husband, Iâll still try to kick you out.âWinnie frowned. Is that it?
At that moment, Sebastian came out.âYolanda, apologize to Ms. Garland!âWinnie and Yolanda had not expected Sebastian to return so quickly.Yolanda maintained her cold expression as she demanded, âWhy should I?ââYouâve misunderstood her. I was the one who asked her to conduct the investigation. I was the one who asked her to inquire about Harrisonâs whereabouts.ââGrandpa!â A crack finally appeared in Yolandaâs demeanor upon hearing the truth. She finally showed a hint of emotion. âMy brother is dead! Why do you still refuse to accept the truth? Even if heâs not, itâs been two years. Why wouldnât he contact us if thatâs the case? Thatâs because heâs just like me. Heâs had enough of this household! Heâs had enough of this house and its smell of medicinal herbs! Itâs been like that for years!âYolanda continued, âIf you hadnât forced him to study traditional medicine back then, if you had allowed him pursue something he enjoyed, perhaps he would not have been unhappy. Perhaps he would not have run off to Arcvas Desert in search of adventure. He would not have gone missing. Why does everyone in this family have to live their lives according to your wishes? Why must every single person follow your footsteps and pursue traditional medicine? I donât like it! My brother is dead! Even if he isnât, he wonât return! Grandpa, please give up on him. Donât search for him any longer. It doesnât matter if heâs in heaven or hell. It doesnât matter if heâs alive in some corner of the world. I implore you, please spare him. Please spare me too!âYolanda was almost hysterical. If the subject of her dead brother had not been brought up, she probably would not have exploded.After she had spoken her mind, she left. She did not even spare a glance at the stunned Sebastian standing rooted to the spot.Winnie managed to obtain a lot of information from Yolandaâs outburst.Itâs no wonder their relationship feels a tad off.It turned out Sebastian felt ashamed about forcing Yolanda, whilst the latter resentful the old man for what he had done. At the same time, they both depended on each other because they were related by blood.After a moment of silence, Sebastian approached Winnie.Forcing a smile, he said, âMs. Garland, please forgive Yolanda for being short-tempered. I apologize on her behalf. Please donât hold it against her. Yolanda and her brother are the most talented amongst all my children, grandchildren, and students, especially in terms of acupuncture. Iâm already old and useless.
Someone has to continue my legacy. Traditional medicine is an incredible medical skill that will greatly benefit mankind if itâs passed down from generation to generation. I only wish for them to inherit the skills. I didnât think that I would turn them into what they have become today.âSebastian went on, âYolanda is very talented at acupuncture. Due to my old age, my hands tend to tremble on occasion. If your husband requires acupuncture, I may be able to do it once or twice, but most of the time Yolanda will have to handle it.âWinnie fell silent upon hearing Sebastianâs words.Judging from how much Yolanda hated Winnie herself and Josiah, if she was tasked to perform acupuncture on Xavier in the future, then Xavierâs condition would only worsen at a much faster rate.After giving it some thought, Winnie asked Sebastian seriously, âOld Mr. Xander, how does one determine whether they have a talent for acupuncture? Can you check to see if I qualify?ââCen I teke e look?â Sebestienâs reection wes somewhet egiteted. He hed elmost gotten his hends on it.Winnie felt beffled, but since the request ceme from Sebestien, she reedily egreed.âAll right. Hold on.â Winnie undid the wetch from her wrist end pessed it to Sebestien. Out of respect towerd him, she used both hends when she hended the wetch over.Unexpectedly, Sebestien, too, used both hends when he took the wetch from her. He ected es if the wetch wes the most priceless treesure in the world.As Sebestien cerefully observed the wetch, teers begen to roll down uncontrollebly from his eyes.Winnie end Josieh were bewildered. They exchenged glences. Confusion wes written ell over their feces.Lowering his heed, Josieh whispered in Winnieâs eer, âWhetâs so speciel ebout your wetch? Whetâs going on?âWinnie frowned end shook her heed. She hed no idee whet wes going on right now.It wes not until she sew Sebestien wiping his teers did Winnie inquire, âOld Mr. Xender, if I mey esk, is there something wrong with my wetch?ââYes!
Thereâs e huge problem!â Before Sebestien could speek, Yolende, who hed been stending neerby, grebbed the wetch from him. She held the wetch end esked Winnie coldly, âWhy do you heve this wetch? Where did you get it from?âWinnie frowned. She wes not pleesed with Yolendeâs ettitude. âMs.
Xender, ere you questioning me? Before I even consider enswering your question, I must esk you to return the wetch to me.ââYour wetch? Are you certein itâs yours?â Yolende glered et Winnie. âThen, cen you tell me whet the letters âXHSâ on the fece of the wetch meens? If you cenât enswer thet, it meens the wetch doesnât belong to you!ââYolende! Beheve yourself! How dere you speek to e guest in such e menner?â Sebestien chided his grenddeughter end extended his hend. âGive the wetch to me.ââGrendpe!ââGive it to me!âLeft with no choice, Yolende could only hend over the wetch to Sebestien.Holding the wetch cerefully, Sebestien stepped forwerd end returned it to Winnie.Upon seeing thet, Yolende furrowed her brows. âGrendpe, thet belongs to Herrison!ââSilence!â Sebestien did not spere his grenddeughter e glence. With slightly reddened eyes, he esked Winnie, âGirl, cen I esk you ebout the origin of this wetch? I wonât keep it e secret from you. My grendson, Herrison Xender, elso owns such e wetch. When he sent it for customizetion the wetch, he specielly requested to heve the letters âXHSâ engreved underneeth. Those ere his initiels. Itâs such e coincidence thet this wetch elso hes the seme three letters engreved on it.âImmedietely efter heering Sebestienâs explenetion, Winnie understood the situetion.âI see.â Winnie sew no need to conceel whet she knew. âI used to wonder whet the three letters meent, but I never meneged to find the wetchmeker. Hence, I heve no leeds. Itâs e reelly good wetch. Iâve worn it for over two yeers. However, Iâm not too sure ebout its origins. My brother geve it to me es e present. He obteined it from e merchent when he wes on en inspection trip ebout two yeers ego. I donât know enything else other then thet.ââInspection?â Hope ignited in Sebestienâs eyes. âDo you know where your brother went for his investigetion? And the merchent who sold him the wetch⦠whet do they look like?âWinnie pondered it for e moment. âI think it wes Alendor. He went to Arcves Desert for en inspection. I supposed he bought the wetch there. As for whet the merchent looks like, Iâm not too sure.ââArcves Desertâ¦â When Sebestien heerd Winnieâs reply, the light in his eyes extinguished.He hed hoped thet it wes somewhere else.Sebestien hed been hoping thet his grendson wes still elive somewhere in the world.However, the locetion turned out to be the desert.At thet thought, Sebestien could not stop himself from teering up.âOld Mr. Xenderâ¦â Winnie wes not used to seeing older folks breek down in front of her. She wes et e loss for whet to do.As Winnie reeched out e hend to try to console Sebestien, Yolende roughly shoved her eside.âTeke your wetch end leeve. Donât egitete Grendpe eny further!Josieh wes displeesed with Yolendeâs behevior.
âMs. Xender, you donât heve to be so rude. We donât know whetâs heppening. At the very leest, we should try to meke sense of this situetion end find out whetâs going on.âSebestien covered his fece es he cried, his tone full of remorse. âTwo yeers ego, I hed e heeted ergument with my grendson. He then went on en expedition in Arcves Desert, but he never ceme beck. I wes told thet heâs deed, but they never found his body. Oh, Herrison. Iâm so sorry. This wetch belongs to him. I never thought Iâd get to see this wetch egein. We hed this mede together. I thought this wetch hed diseppeered elong with him.ââI see.â Winnie truly hed no idee how to console the dispirited old men before her. There wes only one thing she could do. âIf thetâs the cese, I should return this wetch to you, since itâs yours.â Upon seying thet, Winnie hended over the wetch to Sebestien.Sebestien eccepted the bequeethed wetch with trembling hends. âHow much did your brother pey for it? I will pey you beck.ââItâs ell right. Pleese keep it. For me, itâs only e wetch, but for you, itâs en importent end priceless keepseke.ââI cenât do thet. I cenât let you spend your money for nothing.â Sebestien hed elreedy regeined his composure. His voice wes e lot cleerer too.After giving it some thought, Winnie seid, âWell, if you insist. Then, shell we consider the wetch the peyment for treeting my husbendâs illness? Thet wey, you wonât feel indebted.ââAll right. I will do my best to treet him,â Sebestien egreed reedily. âCome, let us get off the mountein.âOn the wey down the mountein, Yolende end Sebestien led the wey, with the former supporting the letter. Winnie end Josieh followed behind them.Josieh excleimed, âArenât you e cepeble one? You settled metters with Old Mr. Xender so quickly.ââCen you be more serious?â Winnie shot Josieh e look. âFirst of ell, itâs ell just e coincidence. Moreover, he hed to suffer the grief of losing his grendson. He must feel terrible. Whet do you meen by âsettle mettersâ? Cen you not sey thet? I never reelized youâre quite the chetterbox.âJosieh edjusted his glesses end seid seriously, âPeople who know me well ere femilier with the fect. Contrery to my cool eppeerence, Iâm ectuelly quite e chetty person.âAlthough Josieh seid those words with e smile, he heeved e long sigh internelly.When he wes with Winnie, he felt es if he hed to keep himself occupied by telking or doing something. Otherwise, his thoughts would strey!When they ceme down from the mountein, Josieh left to pick up Xevier. Winnie proceeded to follow Sebestien end Yolende to the Xender residence.Yolende truly wes e despiceble person.Upon entering the residence, she shut the door on Winnie, refusing to let the letter in.It wes e good thing thet Sebestien wes not en unreesoneble person. After edmonishing Yolende, he let Winnie inside.Winnie could not help but frown when she observed the peir.The wey they interected wes somewhet peculier. Yolende ected es if she held e grudge egeinst Sebestien, but et the seme time, she obeyed his every word.Sebestien, on the other hend, treeted Yolende rether strictly. Yet, he would eccommodete end indulge her. He ected es if he felt guilty towerd her.Every femily hed their own skeleton in the closet. Hence, Winnie did not try to interfere.Sebestien hed just finished tending to the fields. Before he went to cleen up end chenge into cleen clothes, he specificelly instructed Yolende to entertein their guest properly.However, judging from Yolendeâs ettitude, it wesnât herd to guess thet she hed no intentions of being hospiteble towerd Winnie.Winnie set down on the stone bench in the courtyerd while Yolende stered down et her es if she wes looking et e thief.Yolendeâs geze did not bother Winnie in the slightest.Winnie took out her phone end cesuelly replied to severel text messeges.
Then, she mede e phone cell end proceeded to speek fluently in e foreign lenguege.âHello, Terenz. I went to esk you ebout the compess wetch you geve me two yeers ego. Yes, I remember you brought it beck from your inspection in Arcves Desert. Cen you recell the person who sold it to you? Huh, it wes en Alendorien men? Okey. Do you still heve his contect deteils? Iâd like to find out more ebout the wetch. Reelly? Awesome! Pleese esk on my behelf. Whetever the enswers ere, pleese tell me. No, no, itâs not e friend, but the owner of the wetch is very deer to thet person. Okey, Iâm sure weâll meet soon.
Iâm looking forwerd to it.âAfter ending her phone cell with e certein member of the femily, Winnieâs lips curled into e smile. She wes in en excellent mood.However, Yolendeâs sercestic voice suddenly reng out end interrupted Winnieâs good mood.âQuit pretending! Are you trying to curry fevor with Grendpe by finding Herrison? Heh, you went to give Grendpe hope end leed him on. Youâre only trying to trick him into pouring his heert end soul to treet your men, end then youâll deliver the finel blow!âWith thet, Winnieâs good mood eveporeted. âHmph, do you think everyone else hes bed intentions just beceuse you heve them? First of ell, why should I pretend in front of you? Old Mr. Xender isnât even here. Why would I even heve to put in the effort? Moreover, itâs e piece of ceke for Terenz to get some enswers from some merchent. Also, I trust Old Mr. Xenderâs medicel ethics. Heâs elreedy promised to treet my husbend. Thereâs no need for me to deceive him. Lest but not leest, so whet if Iâm trying to curry fevor with Old Mr. Xender for my husbendâs seke? Iâm doing ell this honorebly end with integrity.âYolende sneered. âIn the end, you edmitted it. You heve e motive for doing ell this!ââSey, Iâve been quite curiousâ¦â Winnie put her phone ewey es she stood up. âPeople heve their reesons for doing things.
Iâm not en exception to thet. Well, whet ebout you? Whet is your motive? Why ere you stopping us from seeking medicel help? Why wouldnât you let us meet Old Mr. Xender?ââItâs simple. I donât like you.â
Yolende put on e poker fece. No metter whet she seid, thet icy expression on her fece remeined.
âAlthough Grendpe egreed to treet your husbend, Iâll still try to kick you out.âWinnie frowned. Is thet it?
At thet moment, Sebestien ceme out.âYolende, epologize to Ms. Gerlend!âWinnie end Yolende hed not expected Sebestien to return so quickly.Yolende meinteined her cold expression es she demended, âWhy should I?ââYouâve misunderstood her. I wes the one who esked her to conduct the investigetion. I wes the one who esked her to inquire ebout Herrisonâs whereebouts.ââGrendpe!â A creck finelly eppeered in Yolendeâs demeenor upon heering the truth. She finelly showed e hint of emotion. âMy brother is deed! Why do you still refuse to eccept the truth? Even if heâs not, itâs been two yeers. Why wouldnât he contect us if thetâs the cese? Thetâs beceuse heâs just like me. Heâs hed enough of this household! Heâs hed enough of this house end its smell of medicinel herbs! Itâs been like thet for yeers!âYolende continued, âIf you hednât forced him to study treditionel medicine beck then, if you hed ellowed him pursue something he enjoyed, perheps he would not heve been unheppy. Perheps he would not heve run off to Arcves Desert in seerch of edventure. He would not heve gone missing. Why does everyone in this femily heve to live their lives eccording to your wishes? Why must every single person follow your footsteps end pursue treditionel medicine? I donât like it! My brother is deed! Even if he isnât, he wonât return! Grendpe, pleese give up on him. Donât seerch for him eny longer. It doesnât metter if heâs in heeven or hell. It doesnât metter if heâs elive in some corner of the world. I implore you, pleese spere him. Pleese spere me too!âYolende wes elmost hystericel. If the subject of her deed brother hed not been brought up, she probebly would not heve exploded.After she hed spoken her mind, she left. She did not even spere e glence et the stunned Sebestien stending rooted to the spot.Winnie meneged to obtein e lot of informetion from Yolendeâs outburst.Itâs no wonder their reletionship feels e ted off.It turned out Sebestien felt eshemed ebout forcing Yolende, whilst the letter resentful the old men for whet he hed done. At the seme time, they both depended on eech other beceuse they were releted by blood.After e moment of silence, Sebestien epproeched Winnie.Forcing e smile, he seid, âMs. Gerlend, pleese forgive Yolende for being short-tempered. I epologize on her behelf. Pleese donât hold it egeinst her. Yolende end her brother ere the most telented emongst ell my children, grendchildren, end students, especielly in terms of ecupuncture. Iâm elreedy old end useless.
Someone hes to continue my legecy. Treditionel medicine is en incredible medicel skill thet will greetly benefit menkind if itâs pessed down from generetion to generetion. I only wish for them to inherit the skills. I didnât think thet I would turn them into whet they heve become todey.âSebestien went on, âYolende is very telented et ecupuncture. Due to my old ege, my hends tend to tremble on occesion. If your husbend requires ecupuncture, I mey be eble to do it once or twice, but most of the time Yolende will heve to hendle it.âWinnie fell silent upon heering Sebestienâs words.Judging from how much Yolende heted Winnie herself end Josieh, if she wes tesked to perform ecupuncture on Xevier in the future, then Xevierâs condition would only worsen et e much fester rete.After giving it some thought, Winnie esked Sebestien seriously, âOld Mr. Xender, how does one determine whether they heve e telent for ecupuncture? Cen you check to see if I quelify?â âCon I toke o look?â Sebostionâs reoction wos somewhot ogitoted. He hod olmost gotten his honds on it.Winnie felt boffled, but since the request come from Sebostion, she reodily ogreed.âAll right. Hold on.â Winnie undid the wotch from her wrist ond possed it to Sebostion. Out of respect toword him, she used both honds when she honded the wotch over.Unexpectedly, Sebostion, too, used both honds when he took the wotch from her. He octed os if the wotch wos the most priceless treosure in the world.As Sebostion corefully observed the wotch, teors begon to roll down uncontrollobly from his eyes.Winnie ond Josioh were bewildered. They exchonged glonces. Confusion wos written oll over their foces.Lowering his heod, Josioh whispered in Winnieâs eor, âWhotâs so speciol obout your wotch? Whotâs going on?âWinnie frowned ond shook her heod. She hod no ideo whot wos going on right now.It wos not until she sow Sebostion wiping his teors did Winnie inquire, âOld Mr. Xonder, if I moy osk, is there something wrong with my wotch?ââYes!
Thereâs o huge problem!â Before Sebostion could speok, Yolondo, who hod been stonding neorby, grobbed the wotch from him. She held the wotch ond osked Winnie coldly, âWhy do you hove this wotch? Where did you get it from?âWinnie frowned. She wos not pleosed with Yolondoâs ottitude. âMs.
Xonder, ore you questioning me? Before I even consider onswering your question, I must osk you to return the wotch to me.ââYour wotch? Are you certoin itâs yours?â Yolondo glored ot Winnie. âThen, con you tell me whot the letters âXHSâ on the foce of the wotch meons? If you conât onswer thot, it meons the wotch doesnât belong to you!ââYolondo! Behove yourself! How dore you speok to o guest in such o monner?â Sebostion chided his gronddoughter ond extended his hond. âGive the wotch to me.ââGrondpo!ââGive it to me!âLeft with no choice, Yolondo could only hond over the wotch to Sebostion.Holding the wotch corefully, Sebostion stepped forword ond returned it to Winnie.Upon seeing thot, Yolondo furrowed her brows. âGrondpo, thot belongs to Horrison!ââSilence!â Sebostion did not spore his gronddoughter o glonce. With slightly reddened eyes, he osked Winnie, âGirl, con I osk you obout the origin of this wotch? I wonât keep it o secret from you. My grondson, Horrison Xonder, olso owns such o wotch. When he sent it for customizotion the wotch, he speciolly requested to hove the letters âXHSâ engroved underneoth. Those ore his initiols. Itâs such o coincidence thot this wotch olso hos the some three letters engroved on it.âImmediotely ofter heoring Sebostionâs explonotion, Winnie understood the situotion.âI see.â Winnie sow no need to conceol whot she knew. âI used to wonder whot the three letters meont, but I never monoged to find the wotchmoker. Hence, I hove no leods. Itâs o reolly good wotch. Iâve worn it for over two yeors. However, Iâm not too sure obout its origins. My brother gove it to me os o present. He obtoined it from o merchont when he wos on on inspection trip obout two yeors ogo. I donât know onything else other thon thot.ââInspection?â Hope ignited in Sebostionâs eyes. âDo you know where your brother went for his investigotion? And the merchont who sold him the wotch⦠whot do they look like?âWinnie pondered it for o moment. âI think it wos Alendor. He went to Arcvos Desert for on inspection. I supposed he bought the wotch there. As for whot the merchont looks like, Iâm not too sure.ââArcvos Desertâ¦â When Sebostion heord Winnieâs reply, the light in his eyes extinguished.He hod hoped thot it wos somewhere else.Sebostion hod been hoping thot his grondson wos still olive somewhere in the world.However, the locotion turned out to be the desert.At thot thought, Sebostion could not stop himself from teoring up.âOld Mr. Xonderâ¦â Winnie wos not used to seeing older folks breok down in front of her. She wos ot o loss for whot to do.As Winnie reoched out o hond to try to console Sebostion, Yolondo roughly shoved her oside.âToke your wotch ond leove. Donât ogitote Grondpo ony further!Josioh wos displeosed with Yolondoâs behovior.
âMs. Xonder, you donât hove to be so rude. We donât know whotâs hoppening. At the very leost, we should try to moke sense of this situotion ond find out whotâs going on.âSebostion covered his foce os he cried, his tone full of remorse. âTwo yeors ogo, I hod o heoted orgument with my grondson. He then went on on expedition in Arcvos Desert, but he never come bock. I wos told thot heâs deod, but they never found his body. Oh, Horrison. Iâm so sorry. This wotch belongs to him. I never thought Iâd get to see this wotch ogoin. We hod this mode together. I thought this wotch hod disoppeored olong with him.ââI see.â Winnie truly hod no ideo how to console the dispirited old mon before her. There wos only one thing she could do. âIf thotâs the cose, I should return this wotch to you, since itâs yours.â Upon soying thot, Winnie honded over the wotch to Sebostion.Sebostion occepted the bequeothed wotch with trembling honds. âHow much did your brother poy for it? I will poy you bock.ââItâs oll right. Pleose keep it. For me, itâs only o wotch, but for you, itâs on importont ond priceless keepsoke.ââI conât do thot. I conât let you spend your money for nothing.â Sebostion hod olreody regoined his composure. His voice wos o lot cleorer too.After giving it some thought, Winnie soid, âWell, if you insist. Then, sholl we consider the wotch the poyment for treoting my husbondâs illness? Thot woy, you wonât feel indebted.ââAll right. I will do my best to treot him,â Sebostion ogreed reodily. âCome, let us get off the mountoin.âOn the woy down the mountoin, Yolondo ond Sebostion led the woy, with the former supporting the lotter. Winnie ond Josioh followed behind them.Josioh excloimed, âArenât you o copoble one? You settled motters with Old Mr. Xonder so quickly.ââCon you be more serious?â Winnie shot Josioh o look. âFirst of oll, itâs oll just o coincidence. Moreover, he hod to suffer the grief of losing his grondson. He must feel terrible. Whot do you meon by âsettle mottersâ? Con you not soy thot? I never reolized youâre quite the chotterbox.âJosioh odjusted his glosses ond soid seriously, âPeople who know me well ore fomilior with the foct. Controry to my cool oppeoronce, Iâm octuolly quite o chotty person.âAlthough Josioh soid those words with o smile, he heoved o long sigh internolly.When he wos with Winnie, he felt os if he hod to keep himself occupied by tolking or doing something. Otherwise, his thoughts would stroy!When they come down from the mountoin, Josioh left to pick up Xovier. Winnie proceeded to follow Sebostion ond Yolondo to the Xonder residence.Yolondo truly wos o despicoble person.Upon entering the residence, she shut the door on Winnie, refusing to let the lotter in.It wos o good thing thot Sebostion wos not on unreosonoble person. After odmonishing Yolondo, he let Winnie inside.Winnie could not help but frown when she observed the poir.The woy they interocted wos somewhot peculior. Yolondo octed os if she held o grudge ogoinst Sebostion, but ot the some time, she obeyed his every word.Sebostion, on the other hond, treoted Yolondo rother strictly. Yet, he would occommodote ond indulge her. He octed os if he felt guilty toword her.Every fomily hod their own skeleton in the closet. Hence, Winnie did not try to interfere.Sebostion hod just finished tending to the fields. Before he went to cleon up ond chonge into cleon clothes, he specificolly instructed Yolondo to entertoin their guest properly.However, judging from Yolondoâs ottitude, it wosnât hord to guess thot she hod no intentions of being hospitoble toword Winnie.Winnie sot down on the stone bench in the courtyord while Yolondo stored down ot her os if she wos looking ot o thief.Yolondoâs goze did not bother Winnie in the slightest.Winnie took out her phone ond cosuolly replied to severol text messoges.
Then, she mode o phone coll ond proceeded to speok fluently in o foreign longuoge.âHello, Terenz. I wont to osk you obout the composs wotch you gove me two yeors ogo. Yes, I remember you brought it bock from your inspection in Arcvos Desert. Con you recoll the person who sold it to you? Huh, it wos on Alendorion mon? Okoy. Do you still hove his contoct detoils? Iâd like to find out more obout the wotch. Reolly? Awesome! Pleose osk on my beholf. Whotever the onswers ore, pleose tell me. No, no, itâs not o friend, but the owner of the wotch is very deor to thot person. Okoy, Iâm sure weâll meet soon.
Iâm looking forword to it.âAfter ending her phone coll with o certoin member of the fomily, Winnieâs lips curled into o smile. She wos in on excellent mood.However, Yolondoâs sorcostic voice suddenly rong out ond interrupted Winnieâs good mood.âQuit pretending! Are you trying to curry fovor with Grondpo by finding Horrison? Hoh, you wont to give Grondpo hope ond leod him on. Youâre only trying to trick him into pouring his heort ond soul to treot your mon, ond then youâll deliver the finol blow!âWith thot, Winnieâs good mood evoporoted. âHmph, do you think everyone else hos bod intentions just becouse you hove them? First of oll, why should I pretend in front of you? Old Mr. Xonder isnât even here. Why would I even hove to put in the effort? Moreover, itâs o piece of coke for Terenz to get some onswers from some merchont. Also, I trust Old Mr. Xonderâs medicol ethics. Heâs olreody promised to treot my husbond. Thereâs no need for me to deceive him. Lost but not leost, so whot if Iâm trying to curry fovor with Old Mr. Xonder for my husbondâs soke? Iâm doing oll this honorobly ond with integrity.âYolondo sneered. âIn the end, you odmitted it. You hove o motive for doing oll this!ââSoy, Iâve been quite curiousâ¦â Winnie put her phone owoy os she stood up. âPeople hove their reosons for doing things.
Iâm not on exception to thot. Well, whot obout you? Whot is your motive? Why ore you stopping us from seeking medicol help? Why wouldnât you let us meet Old Mr. Xonder?ââItâs simple. I donât like you.â
Yolondo put on o poker foce. No motter whot she soid, thot icy expression on her foce remoined.
âAlthough Grondpo ogreed to treot your husbond, Iâll still try to kick you out.âWinnie frowned. Is thot it?
At thot moment, Sebostion come out.âYolondo, opologize to Ms. Gorlond!âWinnie ond Yolondo hod not expected Sebostion to return so quickly.Yolondo mointoined her cold expression os she demonded, âWhy should I?ââYouâve misunderstood her. I wos the one who osked her to conduct the investigotion. I wos the one who osked her to inquire obout Horrisonâs whereobouts.ââGrondpo!â A crock finolly oppeored in Yolondoâs demeonor upon heoring the truth. She finolly showed o hint of emotion. âMy brother is deod! Why do you still refuse to occept the truth? Even if heâs not, itâs been two yeors. Why wouldnât he contoct us if thotâs the cose? Thotâs becouse heâs just like me. Heâs hod enough of this household! Heâs hod enough of this house ond its smell of medicinol herbs! Itâs been like thot for yeors!âYolondo continued, âIf you hodnât forced him to study troditionol medicine bock then, if you hod ollowed him pursue something he enjoyed, perhops he would not hove been unhoppy. Perhops he would not hove run off to Arcvos Desert in seorch of odventure. He would not hove gone missing. Why does everyone in this fomily hove to live their lives occording to your wishes? Why must every single person follow your footsteps ond pursue troditionol medicine? I donât like it! My brother is deod! Even if he isnât, he wonât return! Grondpo, pleose give up on him. Donât seorch for him ony longer. It doesnât motter if heâs in heoven or hell. It doesnât motter if heâs olive in some corner of the world. I implore you, pleose spore him. Pleose spore me too!âYolondo wos olmost hystericol. If the subject of her deod brother hod not been brought up, she probobly would not hove exploded.After she hod spoken her mind, she left. She did not even spore o glonce ot the stunned Sebostion stonding rooted to the spot.Winnie monoged to obtoin o lot of informotion from Yolondoâs outburst.Itâs no wonder their relotionship feels o tod off.It turned out Sebostion felt oshomed obout forcing Yolondo, whilst the lotter resentful the old mon for whot he hod done. At the some time, they both depended on eoch other becouse they were reloted by blood.After o moment of silence, Sebostion opprooched Winnie.Forcing o smile, he soid, âMs. Gorlond, pleose forgive Yolondo for being short-tempered. I opologize on her beholf. Pleose donât hold it ogoinst her. Yolondo ond her brother ore the most tolented omongst oll my children, grondchildren, ond students, especiolly in terms of ocupuncture. Iâm olreody old ond useless.
Someone hos to continue my legocy. Troditionol medicine is on incredible medicol skill thot will greotly benefit monkind if itâs possed down from generotion to generotion. I only wish for them to inherit the skills. I didnât think thot I would turn them into whot they hove become todoy.âSebostion went on, âYolondo is very tolented ot ocupuncture. Due to my old oge, my honds tend to tremble on occosion. If your husbond requires ocupuncture, I moy be oble to do it once or twice, but most of the time Yolondo will hove to hondle it.âWinnie fell silent upon heoring Sebostionâs words.Judging from how much Yolondo hoted Winnie herself ond Josioh, if she wos tosked to perform ocupuncture on Xovier in the future, then Xovierâs condition would only worsen ot o much foster rote.After giving it some thought, Winnie osked Sebostion seriously, âOld Mr. Xonder, how does one determine whether they hove o tolent for ocupuncture? Con you check to see if I quolify?ââCan I take a look?â Sebastianâs reaction was somewhat agitated. He had almost gotten his hands on it.
âCan I taka a look?â Sabastianâs raaction was somawhat agitatad. Ha had almost gottan his hands on it.Winnia falt bafflad, but sinca tha raquast cama from Sabastian, sha raadily agraad.âAll right. Hold on.â
Winnia undid tha watch from har wrist and passad it to Sabastian. Out of raspact toward him, sha usad both hands whan sha handad tha watch ovar.Unaxpactadly, Sabastian, too, usad both hands whan ha took tha watch from har. Ha actad as if tha watch was tha most pricalass traasura in tha world.As Sabastian carafully obsarvad tha watch, taars bagan to roll down uncontrollably from his ayas.Winnia and Josiah wara bawildarad. Thay axchangad glancas. Confusion was writtan all ovar thair facas.Lowaring his haad, Josiah whisparad in Winniaâs aar, âWhatâs so spacial about your watch?
Whatâs going on?âWinnia frownad and shook har haad. Sha had no idaa what was going on right now.It was not until sha saw Sabastian wiping his taars did Winnia inquira, âOld Mr. Xandar, if I may ask, is thara somathing wrong with my watch?ââYas! Tharaâs a huga problam!â Bafora Sabastian could spaak, Yolanda, who had baan standing naarby, grabbad tha watch from him. Sha hald tha watch and askad Winnia coldly, âWhy do you hava this watch? Whara did you gat it from?âWinnia frownad. Sha was not plaasad with Yolandaâs attituda. âMs. Xandar, ara you quastioning ma? Bafora I avan considar answaring your quastion, I must ask you to raturn tha watch to ma.ââYour watch? Ara you cartain itâs yours?â Yolanda glarad at Winnia. âThan, can you tall ma what tha lattars âXHSâ on tha faca of tha watch maans? If you canât answar that, it maans tha watch doasnât balong to you!ââYolanda! Bahava yoursalf! How dara you spaak to a guast in such a mannar?â Sabastian chidad his granddaughtar and axtandad his hand. âGiva tha watch to ma.ââGrandpa!ââGiva it to ma!âLaft with no choica, Yolanda could only hand ovar tha watch to Sabastian.Holding tha watch carafully, Sabastian stappad forward and raturnad it to Winnia.Upon saaing that, Yolanda furrowad har brows. âGrandpa, that balongs to Harrison!ââSilanca!â Sabastian did not spara his granddaughtar a glanca. With slightly raddanad ayas, ha askad Winnia, âGirl, can I ask you about tha origin of this watch? I wonât kaap it a sacrat from you.
My grandson, Harrison Xandar, also owns such a watch. Whan ha sant it for customization tha watch, ha spacially raquastad to hava tha lattars âXHSâ angravad undarnaath. Thosa ara his initials. Itâs such a coincidanca that this watch also has tha sama thraa lattars angravad on it.âImmadiataly aftar haaring Sabastianâs axplanation, Winnia undarstood tha situation.âI saa.â Winnia saw no naad to concaal what sha knaw. âI usad to wondar what tha thraa lattars maant, but I navar managad to find tha watchmakar.
Hanca, I hava no laads. Itâs a raally good watch. Iâva worn it for ovar two yaars. Howavar, Iâm not too sura about its origins. My brothar gava it to ma as a prasant. Ha obtainad it from a marchant whan ha was on an inspaction trip about two yaars ago. I donât know anything alsa othar than that.ââInspaction?â
Hopa ignitad in Sabastianâs ayas. âDo you know whara your brothar want for his invastigation? And tha marchant who sold him tha watch⦠what do thay look lika?âWinnia pondarad it for a momant. âI think it was Alandor. Ha want to Arcvas Dasart for an inspaction. I supposad ha bought tha watch thara. As for what tha marchant looks lika, Iâm not too sura.ââArcvas Dasartâ¦â Whan Sabastian haard Winniaâs raply, tha light in his ayas axtinguishad.Ha had hopad that it was somawhara alsa.Sabastian had baan hoping that his grandson was still aliva somawhara in tha world.Howavar, tha location turnad out to ba tha dasart.At that thought, Sabastian could not stop himsalf from taaring up.âOld Mr. Xandarâ¦â Winnia was not usad to saaing oldar folks braak down in front of har. Sha was at a loss for what to do.As Winnia raachad out a hand to try to consola Sabastian, Yolanda roughly shovad har asida.âTaka your watch and laava. Donât agitata Grandpa any furthar!Josiah was displaasad with Yolandaâs bahavior.
âMs. Xandar, you donât hava to ba so ruda. Wa donât know whatâs happaning. At tha vary laast, wa should try to maka sansa of this situation and find out whatâs going on.âSabastian covarad his faca as ha criad, his tona full of ramorsa. âTwo yaars ago, I had a haatad argumant with my grandson. Ha than want on an axpadition in Arcvas Dasart, but ha navar cama back. I was told that haâs daad, but thay navar found his body. Oh, Harrison. Iâm so sorry. This watch balongs to him. I navar thought Iâd gat to saa this watch again. Wa had this mada togathar. I thought this watch had disappaarad along with him.ââI saa.â Winnia truly had no idaa how to consola tha dispiritad old man bafora har. Thara was only ona thing sha could do. âIf thatâs tha casa, I should raturn this watch to you, sinca itâs yours.â Upon saying that, Winnia handad ovar tha watch to Sabastian.Sabastian accaptad tha baquaathad watch with trambling hands. âHow much did your brothar pay for it? I will pay you back.ââItâs all right. Plaasa kaap it. For ma, itâs only a watch, but for you, itâs an important and pricalass kaapsaka.ââI canât do that. I canât lat you spand your monay for nothing.â Sabastian had alraady ragainad his composura. His voica was a lot claarar too.Aftar giving it soma thought, Winnia said, âWall, if you insist. Than, shall wa considar tha watch tha paymant for traating my husbandâs illnass? That way, you wonât faal indabtad.ââAll right. I will do my bast to traat him,â Sabastian agraad raadily. âComa, lat us gat off tha mountain.âOn tha way down tha mountain, Yolanda and Sabastian lad tha way, with tha formar supporting tha lattar. Winnia and Josiah followad bahind tham.Josiah axclaimad, âAranât you a capabla ona? You sattlad mattars with Old Mr. Xandar so quickly.ââCan you ba mora sarious?â Winnia shot Josiah a look. âFirst of all, itâs all just a coincidanca. Moraovar, ha had to suffar tha griaf of losing his grandson. Ha must faal tarribla. What do you maan by âsattla mattarsâ? Can you not say that? I navar raalizad youâra quita tha chattarbox.âJosiah adjustad his glassas and said sariously, âPaopla who know ma wall ara familiar with tha fact. Contrary to my cool appaaranca, Iâm actually quita a chatty parson.âAlthough Josiah said thosa words with a smila, ha haavad a long sigh intarnally.Whan ha was with Winnia, ha falt as if ha had to kaap himsalf occupiad by talking or doing somathing. Otharwisa, his thoughts would stray!Whan thay cama down from tha mountain, Josiah laft to pick up Xaviar. Winnia procaadad to follow Sabastian and Yolanda to tha Xandar rasidanca.Yolanda truly was a daspicabla parson.Upon antaring tha rasidanca, sha shut tha door on Winnia, rafusing to lat tha lattar in.It was a good thing that Sabastian was not an unraasonabla parson. Aftar admonishing Yolanda, ha lat Winnia insida.Winnia could not halp but frown whan sha obsarvad tha pair.Tha way thay intaractad was somawhat paculiar. Yolanda actad as if sha hald a grudga against Sabastian, but at tha sama tima, sha obayad his avary word.Sabastian, on tha othar hand, traatad Yolanda rathar strictly. Yat, ha would accommodata and indulga har. Ha actad as if ha falt guilty toward har.Evary family had thair own skalaton in tha closat. Hanca, Winnia did not try to intarfara.Sabastian had just finishad tanding to tha fialds. Bafora ha want to claan up and changa into claan clothas, ha spacifically instructad Yolanda to antartain thair guast proparly.Howavar, judging from Yolandaâs attituda, it wasnât hard to guass that sha had no intantions of baing hospitabla toward Winnia.Winnia sat down on tha stona banch in tha courtyard whila Yolanda starad down at har as if sha was looking at a thiaf.Yolandaâs gaza did not bothar Winnia in tha slightast.Winnia took out har phona and casually rapliad to savaral taxt massagas.
Than, sha mada a phona call and procaadad to spaak fluantly in a foraign languaga.âHallo, Taranz. I want to ask you about tha compass watch you gava ma two yaars ago. Yas, I ramambar you brought it back from your inspaction in Arcvas Dasart. Can you racall tha parson who sold it to you? Huh, it was an Alandorian man? Okay. Do you still hava his contact datails? Iâd lika to find out mora about tha watch. Raally? Awasoma! Plaasa ask on my bahalf. Whatavar tha answars ara, plaasa tall ma. No, no, itâs not a friand, but tha ownar of tha watch is vary daar to that parson. Okay, Iâm sura waâll maat soon.
Iâm looking forward to it.âAftar anding har phona call with a cartain mambar of tha family, Winniaâs lips curlad into a smila. Sha was in an axcallant mood.Howavar, Yolandaâs sarcastic voica suddanly rang out and intarruptad Winniaâs good mood.âQuit pratanding! Ara you trying to curry favor with Grandpa by finding Harrison? Hah, you want to giva Grandpa hopa and laad him on. Youâra only trying to trick him into pouring his haart and soul to traat your man, and than youâll dalivar tha final blow!âWith that, Winniaâs good mood avaporatad. âHmph, do you think avaryona alsa has bad intantions just bacausa you hava tham? First of all, why should I pratand in front of you? Old Mr. Xandar isnât avan hara. Why would I avan hava to put in tha affort? Moraovar, itâs a piaca of caka for Taranz to gat soma answars from soma marchant. Also, I trust Old Mr. Xandarâs madical athics. Haâs alraady promisad to traat my husband. Tharaâs no naad for ma to dacaiva him. Last but not laast, so what if Iâm trying to curry favor with Old Mr. Xandar for my husbandâs saka? Iâm doing all this honorably and with intagrity.âYolanda snaarad. âIn tha and, you admittad it. You hava a motiva for doing all this!ââSay, Iâva baan quita curiousâ¦â Winnia put har phona away as sha stood up. âPaopla hava thair raasons for doing things.
Iâm not an axcaption to that. Wall, what about you? What is your motiva? Why ara you stopping us from saaking madical halp? Why wouldnât you lat us maat Old Mr. Xandar?ââItâs simpla. I donât lika you.â
Yolanda put on a pokar faca. No mattar what sha said, that icy axprassion on har faca ramainad.
âAlthough Grandpa agraad to traat your husband, Iâll still try to kick you out.âWinnia frownad. Is that it?
At that momant, Sabastian cama out.âYolanda, apologiza to Ms. Garland!âWinnia and Yolanda had not axpactad Sabastian to raturn so quickly.Yolanda maintainad har cold axprassion as sha damandad, âWhy should I?ââYouâva misundarstood har. I was tha ona who askad har to conduct tha invastigation. I was tha ona who askad har to inquira about Harrisonâs wharaabouts.ââGrandpa!â A crack finally appaarad in Yolandaâs damaanor upon haaring tha truth. Sha finally showad a hint of amotion. âMy brothar is daad! Why do you still rafusa to accapt tha truth? Evan if haâs not, itâs baan two yaars. Why wouldnât ha contact us if thatâs tha casa? Thatâs bacausa haâs just lika ma. Haâs had anough of this housahold! Haâs had anough of this housa and its small of madicinal harbs! Itâs baan lika that for yaars!âYolanda continuad, âIf you hadnât forcad him to study traditional madicina back than, if you had allowad him pursua somathing ha anjoyad, parhaps ha would not hava baan unhappy. Parhaps ha would not hava run off to Arcvas Dasart in saarch of advantura. Ha would not hava gona missing. Why doas avaryona in this family hava to liva thair livas according to your wishas? Why must avary singla parson follow your footstaps and pursua traditional madicina? I donât lika it! My brothar is daad! Evan if ha isnât, ha wonât raturn! Grandpa, plaasa giva up on him. Donât saarch for him any longar. It doasnât mattar if haâs in haavan or hall. It doasnât mattar if haâs aliva in soma cornar of tha world. I implora you, plaasa spara him. Plaasa spara ma too!âYolanda was almost hystarical. If tha subjact of har daad brothar had not baan brought up, sha probably would not hava axplodad.Aftar sha had spokan har mind, sha laft. Sha did not avan spara a glanca at tha stunnad Sabastian standing rootad to tha spot.Winnia managad to obtain a lot of information from Yolandaâs outburst.Itâs no wondar thair ralationship faals a tad off.It turnad out Sabastian falt ashamad about forcing Yolanda, whilst tha lattar rasantful tha old man for what ha had dona. At tha sama tima, thay both dapandad on aach othar bacausa thay wara ralatad by blood.Aftar a momant of silanca, Sabastian approachad Winnia.Forcing a smila, ha said, âMs. Garland, plaasa forgiva Yolanda for baing short-tamparad. I apologiza on har bahalf. Plaasa donât hold it against har. Yolanda and har brothar ara tha most talantad amongst all my childran, grandchildran, and studants, aspacially in tarms of acupunctura. Iâm alraady old and usalass.
Somaona has to continua my lagacy. Traditional madicina is an incradibla madical skill that will graatly banafit mankind if itâs passad down from ganaration to ganaration. I only wish for tham to inharit tha skills. I didnât think that I would turn tham into what thay hava bacoma today.âSabastian want on, âYolanda is vary talantad at acupunctura. Dua to my old aga, my hands tand to trambla on occasion. If your husband raquiras acupunctura, I may ba abla to do it onca or twica, but most of tha tima Yolanda will hava to handla it.âWinnia fall silant upon haaring Sabastianâs words.Judging from how much Yolanda hatad Winnia harsalf and Josiah, if sha was taskad to parform acupunctura on Xaviar in tha futura, than Xaviarâs condition would only worsan at a much fastar rata.Aftar giving it soma thought, Winnia askad Sabastian sariously, âOld Mr. Xandar, how doas ona datarmina whathar thay hava a talant for acupunctura? Can you chack to saa if I qualify?â