"No, it's impossible. Grandpa always said it was just the flu. How could it be poisoning?" Audrey's face went pale as she stared at Justin in disbelief. She wondered who could possibly want to harm her grandfather, but Justin offered no further details.
"Justin, you must have a way to save him, don't you?" Audrey clung to Justin's arm desperately. Her parents had died in an accident when she was a child, and her grandpa meant the world to her. She couldn't bear losing him too.
At that moment, Cillian stirred and opened his eyes to see everyone gathered around him. "Cough, cough... What happened to me?"
"Grandpa, you're awake! Thank goodness!" Audrey said, tears of relief streaming down her face.
Seeing her tears, Cillian was heartbroken. "Don't cry, Audrey. I'm still here."
"Grandpa, how long are you going to hide the truth from me? Justin just saved you and told me about the poisoning. You only have three months left!" Audrey's tears flowed again, her eyes full of fear.
Cillian was taken aback, turning to Justin with a grave look. "Mr. Miller, is it true? Do I really only have three months?"
Justin felt a bit awkward at the formal address and said, "Just call me Justin. You've been poisoned for some time, and it's affected your heart and lungs. So, yes, you only have three months left."
"Is there any way to treat it? I'll pay whatever it takes!" Cillian's desperation was palpable. He was ready to spend whatever was needed to buy time.
Justin nodded slightly. "There is a way. But you'll need to track down some rare herbs."
"Alright. Audrey, get some paper and a pen!" Cillian urged.
Audrey wiped her tears quickly, found some paper and a pen, and returned.
Justin jotted down a list of herbs and handed it to them. "These herbs are hard to find, but they're essential. Also, I'd appreciate it if you could help me find these additional herbs. My father suffered broken legs, and my mother was blinded. I need these herbs to help restore their health."
"Thank you, Justin!" Audrey took the list, now looking at Justin with newfound respect. At this moment, she found him quite reliable.
Then, Cillian noticed Henry still kneeling by the bed and asked, "What's going on? Why is Henry kneeling?"
Justin finally thought of Henry and said casually, "You can stand up now. I won't be taking you as my student, but if you can focus on healing and do good without seeking fame, I might offer you some guidance."
Overjoyed, Henry promised, "Thank you, Mr. Miller! I will focus on healing others and ignore fame and fortune."
Justin gave a slight nod, acknowledging his promise. Having seen the prescription, Cillian turned to Justin with gratitude. "Mr. Miller, you saved my life. If you ever need the Nolan family's help, you have our full support."
Cillian then took a villa access card and a check from his wallet and offered them to Justin. "I have an empty villa and a check for ten million dollars. Please, Mr. Miller, take them as a token of gratitude."
Justin looked at the card and check and declined politely, "Mr. Nolan, I didn't do this for money. Keep the villa and the check yourself."
Cillian insisted, "Please, this is for your parents. Their conditions might improve if they live in a better place, and the money could help with any necessities or treatments they might need."
Justin paused, his expression thoughtful. He realized Cillian had a valid point. For him, where he lived didn't matter much, but for his parents, a better environment and nutrition could speed up their recovery. Their current home was in poor condition, even lacking basic furniture and appliances, making it barely livable.
After considering this, Justin accepted the key card and check. "I've been out too long. It's time for me to head back," he said as he prepared to leave.
"Audrey, drive Mr. Miller home," Cillian instructed. Justin glanced at Audrey and noticed lingering darkness in her aura, which suggested it might cause trouble if she drove him home.
Before he could refuse, Audrey had already pulled him into a Porsche. With a swift acceleration, they raced onto the highway. But just as they passed a church, a loud bang echoed. The engine of the newly bought Porsche had blown, and the car skidded over thirty feet forward, white smoke billowing from the hood.
Startled, Audrey looked ahead at the smoke and smelled the burnt odor. "The engine blew! We're in trouble!" she exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice.
"What a bad day. First a car accident, now a blown engine... Let's call for roadside assistance," Justin sighed, expecting something like this might happen. At least the dark aura around Audrey was finally gone.
Audrey stepped out and walked to the roadside to make a call for help.
Beep, beep beep...
While she was on the phone, dozens of Mercedes wedding cars exited the church, lining up behind the stalled Porsche and honking impatiently.
Daniel and Emma sat in the second Rolls-Royce.
"Who leaves their car in the middle of the road? Don't they know it's causing a jam?" Emma grumbled.
"What an i***t!" Ava muttered angrily as she stepped out, ready to confront the situation. But she stopped when she saw Audrey on the phone at the roadside, and a wicked idea crossed her mind. 'Her car must have broken down, and she's calling for help. Could Justin be in the car?'
This thought brought a twisted sense of excitement to her as she rushed back to their vehicle and suggested mischievously, "Mr. Anderson, Audrey's car broke down, and Justin's probably inside. Why not take advantage of this and have the lead car run him over?"
"Justin's in there? Really?" Emma's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Yes, Justin is definitely in the car. Just look; Audrey's on the roadside with her car smoking. The engine must have blown, and she's calling for help." Ava pointed at Audrey's car, a gleam of malice in her tone.
Emma leaned over to see for herself, spotting Audrey on the phone just as Ava described. With a menacing grin, she said, "That's her, all right. We can get our revenge now. Let's have the front car rush over and kill Justin!"