On the stairs, Cora Yates thought, this kid has great acting skills! Totally inherited from his mom!
But she didn’t stop and look back, while Ian Shelby discreetly glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"Mommy, grandma is especially nice to us! Dolly and I feel comfortable living here." Gigi said loudly with a smile, "You don’t need to worry! I just miss Daddy a bit, you have to take good care of him at ho! Make more soup for him, he can only eat the food you cook!"
Cora Yates wanted to laugh but held back; this kid is too clever, covering for them!
After going upstairs, Ian Shelby spread his hands, "I didn’t teach him anything."
Ten minutes later.
Kristina Kingston was in the kitchen arranging dinner for the children, while two top chefs listened very attentively.
"I don’t want it to be the sa as last night, but it must suit the children’s taste." She emphasized, "It’s ti to show your skills."
"Yes, ma’am."
After last night’s incident, the chefs spent the whole day thinking about what to prepare for the young master and little princess for dinner.
"Ma’am, Dr. Shelby and Dr. Yates have co downstairs, they want to talk with you." Mary ca over, reporting gently.
Kristina Kingston calmly flipped through the recipe, asking coolly, "Didn’t you say tomorrow would be the first day? Why the rush?"
"..." Mary didn’t know how to answer, was the lady testing them?
Wouldn’t earlier treatnt be better?
But Mary didn’t dare urge her, fearing she wouldn’t go, so she stayed nearby, unwilling to leave.
Kristina Kingston put down the recipe, turning to look at her, "Useless."
"..." Mary dropped her gaze.
Kristina Kingston walked away, "Fine, I’ll et them, even if I give an extra day, it won’t produce anything spectacular, right?"
Mary followed behind her, thinking the lady’s attitude seed problematic.
She wondered whether Kristina Kingston was doing it for her son’s peace of mind or what; anyway, she didn’t seem enthusiastic about the treatnt.
Maybe she was used to disappointnt over the years.
In the tastefully decorated living room, Kristina Kingston sat on the sofa, "You guys sit too."
After the servant served tea and withdrew, Mary also stepped back.
"Mrs. Kingston, may I look at your right hand?" Cora Yates spoke gently, going straight to the point, "These ten days will definitely give your right hand so initial recovery."
Ha! What a bold claim!
Kristina Kingston’s face was cold; it was the first ti she removed her gloves in front of two people, how much courage did this take?
When the burn on the back of her right hand was exposed to the air and fell into the eyes of the master and apprentice.
Even though they were ntally prepared, their hearts lightly trembled.
This... was far more serious than imagined.
The severe burn had resulted in the necrosis of the entire layer of skin, with so even damaging muscle and bone.
The whole hand had turned brown, extrely terrifying, completely losing the original skin color, like a zombie without need for special effects.
"Have you seen enough?" Kristina Kingston’s tone was still cold.
Just as she was about to put on her gloves, Cora Yates reached out and held her right hand!
The grip made Kristina Kingston’s finger shrink, and a cold light flashed in her eyes!
Cora Yates internally judged that her hand skin was devoid of sensation, even if a piece was cut off, it wouldn’t hurt.
"If you don’t have the ability, you can back down." She feared that kind of disappointnt after hope was placed.
Cora Yates thought for a mont, "I’m not leaving." Then looked up at her, "You can put on the gloves." As if very assured.
Then she glanced at Ian Shelby, "Let’s go up." The two stood up, bowed to her, and turned to walk upstairs.
Kristina Kingston watched their backs and did not doubt she was Mia Lane.
Upstairs, the master and apprentice entered the pharmacy research lab.
They were wearing sterile suits, communicating using so professional terms.
Two hours later, the dicine was still being researched...
The door was not closed, this was Kristina Kingston’s request, it must remain open throughout.
At so mont, Kristina Kingston appeared like a ghost, standing still at the doorway, with half of her face masked, her gaze coldly fixed on the two busy people inside.
The aura around her was sowhat chilling.
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