Madam Bishop's mansion looked as magnificent as ever, representing a deep root accumulated by a well-known family over the centuries.
When Sara stepped into Mrs Bishop's bedroom, she was resting on a lounger chair.
Perhaps because of her illness, the woman in her late eighties finally was not showing arrogance. Instead, her eyes reflected some sort of loneliness.
Hearing some sound, Madam Bishop opened her eyes. She saw Sara's face through her blurry eyes.
She looked at Sara with an indecipherable expression and finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you save me?" Sara replied, "Doctors should be kind."
Madam Bishop laughed, "You must be."
She looked at Sara, carrying disdain and disgust in her eyes. After a long moment, she said, "You may have saved my life once, but I'm not going to accept you." She continued, "Of course, I will not put you in a difficult position in future. However, Sara."
She raised her fingers and pointed at Sara, "You are only keeping Hank company for the time being and you should know who you are! When Hank recovers, you have to leave him immediately. If I am still alive by then, I will give you a sum of money and send you abroad."
Sara was not expecting Madam Bishop was going to negotiate with her. She sighed helplessly in her heart.
It was natural for doctors to save the sick and help the injured. She did not expect Madam Bishop to change her attitude just because she had saved her.
"I've always aware of that."
Sara said softly, "Madam Bishop, being angry could lead you to physcial relapse. You'd better relax."
She then took a step forward and said, "Let me feel your pulse."
Madam Bishop stretched out her hand, looking serious.
Sara felt her pulse and told her, "You condition is stable now. You should not have any feeling of numbness in your limbs and dizziness, is that right?"
Madam Bishop answered, "I feel much better after taking the medicine, but I still have a headache."
"It's one of the after-effects of stroke. You'll be fine after two more doses of the medication." Sara said. "Your health is quite poor. Furthermore, the weather has been changing lately. There's a possibility of relapse. I'll prescribe you a some medicine to prevent that."
"Here you go, take 6 grams a day. It is very effective in preventing strokes."
Aunt Lester nodded, waiting beside her, "Okay."
Sara continued, "Now that Madam Bishop's body is weak, she shouldn't be taking strong supplements. It might interfere with the medication."
Aunt Lester nodded repeatedly.
Sara stood up and said to Madam Bishop, "You should be fine now. If you're still worried about your health, you may go the doctor again. May I leave now?"
Madam Bishop held her forehead as she said, "You should go now."
Sara left.
"What do you think?" Madam Bishop opened her eyes, it seemed like she was asking Aunt Lester and herself, "What is she thinking? Wouldn't it be good to her if I died?"
Aunt Lester thought over it and said carefully, "I heard that those who practice medicine will go to hell after death if they refused to save people who are on the verge of dying!"
Madam Bishop burst into laughter, but she showed a fierce look as she said, "I don't care whether she's truly kind or not, I won't accept her."
Aunt Lester quickly said, "Madam Bishop, Master Bishop has grown very fond of her recently!"
Madam Bishop waved her hand as said, "I never said I was going to take action immediately. I'm tired. I'm going to rest."
Sara saw Bella as she walked out of Madam Bishop's mansion. She asked in confusion, "Bella, why are you here?" Instead of answering her, Bella asked, "Why do you think, Miss Martin?"
Sara stopped talking and her ears flushed. She replied, "... Is, is it Master Bishop who sent you here?"
Bella was indeed the most loyal person toward Hank. He quickly replied, "Master Bishop was afraid that Rose might make things difficult for you, so he sent me here to look out for you."
Sara felt warmed. She grasped the corner of her shirt, did not know what to say.
Bella said, "Since you've already come out, should we go back now?"
Sara nodded. Something came to her mind. She asked, "Bella, does Master Bishop dislike Miss Dior?"
Bella smiled, "It doesn't matter to him. Madam Bishop only has one son, who is Master Bishop's father. However, the former Master Bishop wasn't an easy person to deal with. He married Master Bishop's mother, but Madam Bishop hated her, so their mother-son relationship was sabotaged. Therefore, she grew close to her sister's granddaughter, Rose." Bella narrowed his eyes as he recalled, "Although Madam Bishop didn't like Master Bishop when he was born, the relationship between former Master and Madam Bishop got better a little, so now they have a decent relationship."
He reached out and swept aside a stray of flower along the street. Sara thanked him in a low voice. Bella continued saying, "Master Bishop doesn't hate Rose, she's not worthy of it."
Sara's eyes widened as she gave Bella a serious look, "Bella, is it okay for you to tell me these things?"
Bella asked confusedly, "What's the matter?"
Sara gesticulated and explained, "I've watched many TV series where they would say that the well-known families have a lot of secrets that can't be simply asked or answered. Anyone who raised that issue would be killed."
"..." Bella was amused, "There aren't many secrets in the world. Besides, this isn't a secret, a lot of people know about it."
Sara replied disappointedly, "Oh."
Bella felt that she was too adorable. He couldn't help asking, "Miss Martin, were you fed with a diet of cuteness when you were a child?"
Sara was confused but she answered very seriously, "I was very weak when I was a child, so my mom didn't even let me take any ice-cream."
Later she grew stronger, but no one would buy her ice-cream anymore.
Bella kept laughing. He thought. "She is such a cute girl. Who wouldn't want to keep her by their side?"
As soon as the thought popped out on his mind, he turned around and saw Hank's cold face.
Bella was speechless.
When Sara saw Hank, she blushed again. She ran to him and asked, "Why did you come out? It's very chilly outside."
Hank grabbed her hand with darkness in his eyes. However, he concealed it very well as she did not notice. "What were you guys talking about? Why are you so happy?"
His voice was low and sweet, like a bottle of fine wine.
Bella was sweating on his forehead, he almost swore to God, "Master Bishop! I like foreign girls with big breasts, long legs, blond hair, and blue eyes!"
Hank's face was expressionless, "What? Jackie isn't your type?"
Bella was wordless.
That was a f*cking tough question.