Chapter 159
The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call
Chapter 159 Something Fishy About Daltorâs Blood
Wynter was still playing with the purple sugilite pendant she had obtained from Dalton in the clinic in
Waterview Alley.
Something fell off that day. It wasnât just her intermittent explosive disorder; there was also this piece of
purple sugilite that seemed oddly familiar to her.
If her memory served right, this pendant should be hers, so how did it end up being Daltonâs personal
possession?
Feeling confused, Wynter rubbed her temple with her fingers, her eyes shimmering faintly.
Though only some fragmented images, she was gradually recollecting her memories now. But it still
required some time.
Wynter hung the purple sugilite pendant back to her waist, her fingertips grazing her l*ps.
She couldnât help but wonder what exactly the blood of that patient of hers had that could make her act
so abnormally.
â â
After all, Wynterâs medical skills were honed by using herself as a lab rat she had tried both good and
bad medicines on herself.
Not to mention that her cultivation of Zenith herbs had made her immune to all kinds of toxins.
Unless⦠there was more than just toxin on Dalton.
Wynterâs slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the table, her l*ps curled slightly. âInteresting.â
Dalton was indeed someone marked by the Grim Reaper.
Wynter wondered who the Grim Reaper favored more, Dalton or the scion of the Yarwood family.
But one thing was certain: no one could take away the person she decided to save.
Wynter lowered her gaze, reorganizing her treatment plan once again.
Meanwhile, Wanda, who had been driven away, still harbored resentment.
Sitting in the car, she pounded the steering wheel again and again, her glare vicious.
âI knew we shouldnât have kept Wynter from the start. Look at her, she wonât stop until she ruins our
family!
Feeling the pain in his back, Ewanâs eyes glimmered with a hint of perplexity.
Back then, no matter how he had badly behaved, Margret would still care about him even when he had
irritated her.
Yet, Margaret had shown no signs of concern for him at all a moment ago.
âIâm talking to you. Donât you have anything to say?â Wanda pinched Ewanâs arm. âStop spacing out!â
Ewan frowned and asked, âDonât you think something was off about the old lady?â
âSheâs just grown more stubborn, thatâs all.â Wanda scoffed. âNow that sheâs got her live stream, she
doesnât give a damn about us anymore. How ridiculouslâ
The more Ewan listened, the more annoyed he felt. âThatâs my mother youâre talking. Iâve told you not
to go too far before, but did you listen? No, and you drove her back into the alley!â
âMe, go too far?â Wandaâs face flushed with anger. âRemember how arrogant your mother used to be?
She was old but still refused to let you take over the company, saying that you would end up ruining the
Yates Group with your pitiful management skills.
âIf she hadnât caused someone dead during the treatment, she might still be as arrogant now. And your
wouldnât have lived so luxurious as you are now!â
Waving his hand, Ewan said, âWhy do you have to bring up the past?â
âIf I donât bring it up, you might have forgotten all about it by now. And donât forget that you agreed to let
Margaret move out of our house too,â Wanda sald with a cold smile.
âIf she hadnât made that sacrifice back then, could the people have let go of the Yates Group that
easily?â
Wanda suddenly laughed and said, âAh, yes. How could I forget? Margaret has caused someoneâs
death. Yet, sheâs doing a live stream nowâ¦â
She then took out her phone to make a call.
Ewan pressed her hand, looking weary. âForget it. The young man who came to see Wynter today isnât
someone to be messed with. Although I donât know who he is, he seems dangerous.â
âWhat powerful friends could Wynter possibly have? Wanda sneered. âIf heâs really someone powerful,
then he would have come by car. But I didnât see any cars at the entrance when we left the alley just
now. Heâs probably some poor guy Wynter had known from somewhere. He didnât even wear any
brand on him, for crying out loud!â