She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 296: Take Care Of Yourself

Chapter 296: Take Care of Yourself

Next, there was a furious outburst in the room, like a thunderclap on a clear day, nearly shattering people's eardrums.

"I said that Recuperation Salve can't be exposed to light. Master Davon, are you here to visit Master Iker or harm him?" Layne's angry voice echoed through the room.

Davon quickly apologized with his hands together and a respectful attitude, "I'm so sorry, old Mr. Edwards. I thought my big brother mentioned an itch on his leg, so I was concerned about the wound." Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Of course it itches! It's just a nerve reaction due to damaging the bone tissue. Why are you making a fuss?"

If it had been anyone else, daring to speak to him like that, they would have been dismissed by Davon. However, this was Layne, old Mr. Edwards, a figure who once made the whole Onistead tremble. He had a network of relationships so extensive that it was spine-chilling.

"All right, Layne. Master Davon is just showing concern. You're busy, so I and Master Davon will leave."

"Hmph."

The old man was still a bit stubborn, waving his hand impatiently as if shooing away an annoying fly, giving the two no face.

"Go on, get out. I don't need you meddling in my business."

Seeing her grandpa being "stubborn" in this way, Cheyenne came over with a lovely smile, gently persuading.

"Come on, Grandpa, don't be like this. Master Davon and Granduncle are guests, please forgive them. My grandpa has always been like this, just ignore him."

These two, one acting stern and the other sweet, really thought they were dealing with idiots, didn't they? Couldn't they see everything?

Davon left with Adrian, and the room finally returned to calm.

Iker, who was supposed to be lying in bed waiting to die, suddenly sat up. His white shirt was soaked with sweat, and his short, sharp hair was glued to his temples, highlighting the sharpness of his features.

"Tanner, open the curtains, and let in some fresh air."

"Yes."

Layne also sighed in relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and walking up to Iker. His gaze fell on the gauze on Iker's knee, and he disdainfully unwrapped it, throwing the gauze stained with red ink into the trash.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that the Recuperation Salve wouldn't help Master Iker's leg injury?"

Cheyenne asked curiously. As soon as she finished speaking, Layne gave her a disdainful look and said, "Smell it carefully. Does this smell like the Recuperation Salve to you?"

It was just a salve that looked very similar to the Recuperation Salve. The ingredients were similar, but it contained an extra ingredient, fructus cnidii, which made a world of difference in terms of medicinal effect.

The Recuperation Salve was used externally to treat bone fractures, while the Peace Pill was for treating disorders, pain relief, kidney deficiency, and warming effects, among other medicinal properties.

Upon hearing Cheyenne mention that the medicine had the ability to treat kidney deficiency, Omari looked meaningfully at Iker. "Grandpa is truly a master of medicine. He can see that Master Iker has kidney deficiency at a glance..."

"Grandpa?" Layne's cold eyes returned to Omari, and he scrutinized him from head to toe. This made Omari feel his scalp tingle, and he gave an awkward smile.

Speaking of this, I saw you get up several times to urinate last night, each time holding your waist. Young man, rather than worrying about others, you should take care of yourself first."

Laughter erupted in the room, with Cheyenne's being the most exaggerated. She patted Omari's shoulder sympathetically.

With her red lips slightly apart, Cheyenne whispered in his ear, "Mr. Lara, don't be afraid. My family has a secret medicine that guarantees better effects than what's sold outside, and it's cheaper too, see, it's this much." She extended her soft hand in front of him, showing a "five" with her fingers, her eyes filled with sympathy.

"Cheyenne, I don't have kidney..."

"Enough, Mr. Lara. Don't be afraid. My family brand guarantees to cure the disease. Just look at this." She repeated the gesture with her hand.

Omari was speechless. "Which eye of yours saw me being afraid? I swear, I must have had too much tea last night before bed, which is why I got up to urinate... it wasn't as many times as Grandpa said. Maybe just twice or three times..."

After a moment, Tanner used a signal detector to find a small black metal box hidden in the bushes behind the mansion.

It was quite well concealed, wrapped in a plastic bag, carefully covered with grass, and only the size of an egg tart. It was hardly noticeable to an ordinary person.

When the listening device was placed on the table, the room fell into silence, and it still had a flashing red light. It didn't seem to have been recently placed there.

From the night Kelvin discovered the black-clad person until today, it had been almost three days. That's probably why Granduncle and Master Davon came to visit today. If Cheyenne had any doubts about it being a coincidence or necessity before, she was now quite certain.

Cheyenne quickly created a Line discussion group on her phone and sent a message in the group saying, "What should we do?"

Tanner, with a white Snoopy profile picture, responded to her, "Destroy it?"

Nighttime replied, "I'm afraid it might alert them."

Iker's profile picture was entirely black, just like his Line username, adorned with two sparse stars.

In her view, this kind of profile picture was something only older people would use, and it could only be Master Iker.

Omari's profile picture was a 45-degree angle selfie. His name was quite special too. "Beingflirty"

Beingflirty: "Why don't we retaliate in kind? @SweetMouthColdHearted"

SweetMouthColdHearted: "How should we retaliate in kind? @Beingflirty"

Omari smiled mysteriously and then picked up the listening device, heading towards the basement warehouse of the mansion. This area was used to store food and miscellaneous items, and due to being in the basement, the signal was not very good. Once you closed the door, the sounds inside were hardly audible outside.

He threw the listening device into a basket, as it was common for one or two mice to sneak in for a midnight snack. Their chewing noises could go on from evening to dawn, sounding like "squeak, squeak," making it impossible to sleep.

For several days, Davon kept hearing similar sounds of "click, click" that resembled the noise in his nightmares, keeping him awake all night.

What on earth were they up to? Why did these strange sounds keep coming? If he hadn't occasionally heard people talking, Davon would have thought the listening device had been discovered.

But when he listened closely to the content of the conversations, he turned blue with anger.