Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 754 Inhibitor

As soon as the doctor left the ward, Curtis walked in and sat on the side of the bed. In a swift motion, he scooped

Rayna up in his arms.

Alfred and Linda stood in the doorway as they asked the doctor about Rayna's condition.

Because the doctor was unsure of Rayna's condition, he only told them some very general information. “It's best if

we conduct a thorough examination.”

“Give her an examination, then! Why didn't you do it earlier?” Linda asked anxiously.

“Mrs. Faymon's earlier condition was unsuitable for an examination. We'll need to wait for her to recover a little

more before we can perform the examination,” the doctor explained and left.

“How are you feeling? Any better?” Curtis asked Rayna, who was lying in his arms.

“It doesn't hurt anymore,” she replied weakly, shaking her head.

Upon taking in the scene before her, Yasmin, who was also standing in the doorway, lowered her eyes and whipped

out a glass vial from her backpack. “This will help stop the pain,” she explained as she walked over and handed the

vial to Curtis.

“What is this?” he asked while pinning his cold eyes on her.

“It's a painkiller,” Yasmin replied softly.

Curtis accepted the vial and was about to throw it into the trash can when Rayna stopped him with an outstretched

arm. “Who gave this to you?” she asked Yasmin.

“It was from the director of the welfare institution. I made a trip to the welfare institution before coming over, and

she gave me this,” the little girl explained weakly.

Rayna shot Curtis a glance. “The townspeople are most likely on Andrew's side.”

“I know,” he replied.

Fearing that she would start taking every single medicine she came across out of desperation, he tried to talk her

out of it. “But we can't just take this medicine without knowing more about it.”

Rayna shifted her gaze back toward Yasmin and asked, “Did the director tell you anything else?”

“No.” Yasmin shook her head. A beat later, she added, “But I have seen my mom take this medicine in the past. It

really does stop the pain.”

Rayna froze and stared at the girl in confusion.

Curtis whispered in her ear, “Andrew had Yasmin and Yuna with another woman. Cassidy and Andrew have known

each other since they were little. The person you thought to be the miracle doctor all along was actually Cassidy's

father.”

“How did you know that?” Rayna asked, puzzled.

In response, he pulled out a voice recorder from his pocket and played the recording in it.

It was not until she finished listening to the voice recording that the realization struck her. “Oh, now I see why she

refused to let me spend the night in the wooden cabin when we were in Shvomhid Mountain! She was afraid that I'd

know too many things about her.”

“It's fine. That's all in the past now,” Curtis comforted her in a gentle voice.

“Don't throw that medicine out just yet. It might just save my life later on,” Rayna whispered jokingly.

“All right, then. As you wish,” he promised.

Rayna then glanced at Yasmin, who dared not make a sound, before shifting her attention back to Curtis. “You

should let Yasmin and the others head back first,” she suggested.

“Okay.” Curtis laid Rayna down in the hospital bed and pulled the covers over her before bringing Yasmin out of the

ward. He then gave the butler a few orders and had everyone leave while he stayed back to look after his wife in

the hospital.

Andrew's expression was incredibly gloomy when he returned from Zeller Group. Fernando, who came back with

him, even had wounds on his face.

A housekeeper went to the garden to call Cassidy. “Madam, Mr. Zeller has returned from the office. He wants to see

you in the study.”

Cassidy put down the newspaper in her grip and took a sip of her coffee before leaving the pavilion.

One of the articles in the newspaper reported that Glory had provided another piece of evidence that pointed

toward Zeller Group.

When Cassidy entered the study, Andrew was sitting on the couch in the study while watching her with narrowed

eyes. The moment she stepped through the door, he threw the newspaper right at her face.

“I thought you stayed here out of your own accord, yet you pulled a stunt like this!” Printed in the newspaper were

a picture of the dried well at the Gilroy residence and a few pictures of Andrew conducting experiments there in the

early years.

“At that time, my grandpa and my father provided you protection and granted you access to our residence so that

you could help people, not harm them,” Cassidy said as she bent down to pick up the newspaper from the floor.

“The substances that you extract from those herbs do have the potential to save lives and restore people's

appearance, but the side effects are simply far too severe. That's why they refused to collaborate with you in the

latter years.”

She then walked forward and placed the newspaper down on the coffee table. The two of them were not the only

ones in the room, as Fernando was standing at the side. “As profitable as it may be in the long run, the Gilroy family

will never do something as horrible as using live humans as petri dishes,” she continued as she glanced at Fernando

from the corner of her eye.

The woman enunciated, “Those townspeople were greedy for money, so they had it coming when they lost their

lives as a result. However, you should not have gone beyond that.”

A beat later, she uttered nonchalantly, “I had a housekeeper submit that data report while she went out to buy

groceries.”

Andrew had his dark eyes fixed on her, but he did not speak. It was as though everything was within his

expectations.

Shifting his gaze from her pasty complexion to her abdomen, he slowly clenched his fists. “I wouldn't have done this

if there were still Arachredes on Shvomhid Mountain!”

“Those herbs do nothing but bring harm to others,” Cassidy stated calmly. “Besides, they only grow once every

hundred years. Back then, Hayley didn't get close to you because she liked you. She only did that because of my

family. I know you stole the soil from the courtyard of my house and introduced it to Shvomhid Mountain. That's

what led to the abundant growth of Arachrede there.”

Her tone then changed to a gentler one. “On top of that, I believe the soil in Ashley's courtyard also has the gyne

you recreated. However, you didn't know that while you could recreate the gyne, you couldn't replicate its genes

because its biology differs from the living creatures we know. That's why the soil in Ashley's courtyard could not be

used to cultivate Arachrede. Those seeds of yours were for nothing. You injected the egg of Serekos into Rayna's

body because you thought the toxin of Arachrede could alter Serekos. However, have you ever thought that

perhaps the presence of Arachrede is the only thing that can inhibit the growth of Serekos?”

Cassidy divulged everything to Andrew. “Arachrede is the inhibitor of Serekos, which is why you will only find

Serekos in Jayfort, as Jayfort doesn't have Arachrede. Only Shvomhid Mountain has Arachrede, and since Norwal

City is close to Shvomhid Mountain, Serekos won't grow there.”

“How... How do you know these things?” Andrew strode toward her. Glowering at her, he questioned, “Even your

father and your grandpa did not know about them, so how did you know?”

“It's because my grandmother was the one who prospered the Gilroy family, not my grandfather. In order to

prevent renegades from abusing the knowledge our family has gathered, she separated the knowledge and

records into two parts. Male and female family members learn separate parts, but when both parts are combined,

it will become a complete set of the Gilroy family's herbalism.”

Standing with arms akimbo, Cassidy continued, “You only got into skincare because of Hayley. You wanted her to die

looking pretty. So many years have passed, yet you didn't bury her because you wanted to restore her

appearance.”

At the end of her long speech, she turned toward Fernando and said, “Go on. Show it to him.”

Fernando took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Andrew, who accepted it.

Upon opening the envelope and seeing the handwriting on the letter, Andrew froze in shock.