Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Where Did You Spend the Million?

After settling Kingston’s matter, Nathan White secretly exhaled in relief and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Scarlett Jennings say, "Since you’re here, Senior Brother, why not treat Grandma’s legs while you’re at it?"

The moment Scarlett spoke, the Jennings family members present froze in surprise once again.

Especially Grandma Jennings.

She was almost convinced she’d misheard.

Scarlett actually volunteered to help treat her legs!!!

The sun must have risen from the west today!

But the way Scarlett addressed her—simple yet detached—as "Grandma," left no doubt that it really was Scarlett.

Grandma Jennings felt oddly conflicted, a mix of pride that Scarlett still cared about her, yet annoyed by this informal and distant address that made her want to reject the offer outright.

Despite her inner thoughts, she couldn’t bring herself to say "no."

If there was a chance her legs could be healed, who would willingly remain confined to a wheelchair?

Her pride from the past—at least half of it—had crumbled because of these immobile legs.

If not for her condition back then, she wouldn’t have viewed Azura Loomis and her attentive care in such a favorable light.

Grandma Jennings, avoiding looking at Scarlett, kept her gaze firmly fixed on Nathan White instead.

She had seen his abilities firsthand just moments ago.

A simple hand placement, a chant of scripture, and her grandson’s complexion had visibly improved.

So could she perhaps...?

Thinking about the possibility of walking again, Grandma Jennings’ gaze toward Nathan White grew increasingly hopeful.

Donovan, although frustrated with Grandma’s attitude toward Scarlett previously, still cared deeply for his grandmother. Besides, since Scarlett had managed to transfer whatever curse afflicted her back, Grandma’s attitude toward Scarlett had noticeably shifted.

Naturally, Donovan hoped that Grandma could recover.

He even believed that Grandma’s assertive and unreasonable personality over the years may have partly stemmed from the frustration of being wheelchair-bound.

If Grandma’s recovery came with an improved attitude toward Scarlett, that could only be a good thing.

The Jennings family collectively focused their eager gazes on Nathan White.

Nathan, feeling their intense attention, was slightly embarrassed.

He truly had no objections.

Since he was already here.

Treating one person or treating two made little difference to him.

Besides, he genuinely enjoyed healing others.

Mainly because... well, he wasn’t really good at anything else.

Without hesitation, Nathan stepped forward to examine Grandma Jennings’ leg bones.

After confirming there were no deformities or fractures—just an inability to stand upright—

he carefully attuned his senses to detect something, instinctively glancing at Scarlett.

Scarlett gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

Nathan, still a bit confused, withdrew his gaze and began channeling his spiritual power to dispel the residual shadow energy lingering in Grandma’s body and bones.

Indeed, the reason Grandma had been unable to stand wasn’t solely due to her physical decline caused by Azura Loomis siphoning her fortune and weakening her vitality.

It was also because of the shadow energy absorbed from the concealed ominous objects Azura had placed around the household.

While minor for a younger person—maybe causing slight discomfort—for Grandma Jennings, it was enough to keep her wheelchair-bound.

Perhaps this had been Azura Loomis’ intent.

After all, the longer Grandma remained in a wheelchair, the more she would rely on and trust Azura.

Scarlett had previously ignored this situation because she knew that, without Azura’s orchestrated system, Grandma’s body would recover gradually on its own over time.

Intervening personally wouldn’t have produced immediate results, and might’ve provoked Grandma into paranoid suspicion that Scarlett might’ve tampered with her somehow.

Scarlett wasn’t interested in stirring up unnecessary trouble.

The only reason she brought it up today was for the sake of that 2% stake in the family holdings.

As for telling Grandma the truth, Scarlett wasn’t ready to disclose everything just yet.

Revealing it now would only lead to a brief outburst of inconsequential anger—a fruitless endeavor.

Scarlett intended to wait for a moment when Grandma would make another ill-judged decision before exposing the truth.

Hmpf, knowing Grandma’s temperament, she doubted she’d have to wait long for that moment.

Meanwhile, after Nathan’s "treatment," Grandma Jennings felt an unexpected lightness in her legs. Though not instantly able to stand, the newfound sensation was enough to delight her.

"Thank you, Master Nathan, truly, thank you so much."

When speaking to Scarlett, Grandma Jennings often kept a protective facade of pride as her grandmother, but with Nathan, she had no such pressures. Her gratitude flowed easily.

Nathan hesitated, feeling bashful, "N-No need to thank me. Actually, Scarlett—"

She had likely done something too.

Nathan wanted to mention sensing a faint talismanic spiritual energy on Grandma’s body.

It must’ve been one of Scarlett’s talismans.

Before Nathan finished his thought, Scarlett interrupted swiftly, "Senior Brother Nathan takes money to do his work. Pay him enough, and he’ll get it done."

Grandma Jennings gave a faint "Hmph" toward Scarlett, signaling her awareness.

Of course, she understood that.

Along with the $30,000 sent via Michael Jennings, she directly transferred $1 million.

Nathan, upon seeing this number, showed little reaction.

He didn’t concern himself much with money.

Whether it was $100 or $1 million, to him, it wasn’t all that different.

Off to the side, however, Ashton Todd’s jaw dropped in shock. The moment Scarlett led Nathan to a guest lounge, Ashton eagerly tagged along.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you know, earlier, since I tagged along to observe a few faces, maybe... maybe I should get a share of that reward too?"

Before Ashton could finish his sentence, Scarlett’s sharp gaze swept across him, her almond-shaped eyes surprised yet unrelenting.

"Speaking of which, Ashton, about those talismans you borrowed from me previously—it seems the payment is still outstanding. How about we settle that now?"

Upon hearing payment mentioned, Ashton’s face instantly contorted as if facing a dire threat.

"No, no, no, I’ve got no money. I’m dirt poor!"

Scarlett wasn’t buying it and exposed him immediately, "Last time, and the time before that, you had at least $200,000 in earnings."

Even accounting for Mystical Sect’s standard donation rules, which required distributing half one’s earnings, there should still have been half left.

$100,000 remaining!

Ashton, however, retorted indignantly, "That money’s long spent!"

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A person who haggled over $20 for a meal—seriously claiming $100,000 as "just a bit of money"?!?

Seeing Scarlett’s disbelief painted clearly on her face, Ashton appeared insulted and immediately unlocked his phone to show her his bank balance.

A tragic $250 balance stared back at her.

It turned out he truly had spent it all.

Scarlett was genuinely astonished this time. $100,000—where could it possibly have vanished to?!?

Even if Ashton was destined by fate to squander wealth, the speed at which it disappeared was simply absurd.

Though baffled internally, Scarlett didn’t linger on the matter.

She instructed Uncle Ming to prepare refreshments for the two of them and then hurried upstairs.

She had a mission with Nathan White and Ashton Todd later in the afternoon, and before that, there was something urgent she needed to address with Kingston.

She needed answers to why he lied earlier.

Resorting to a substitute child to mitigate a "Child Life" curse was not a trivial matter. Even if Kingston had truly used a proxy child to absorb the curse’s lingering presence, how did he acquire the proxy child to begin with?

Such an artifact wasn’t something he could casually create on his own.

Kingston Jennings was hiding something.

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