Chapter 10
Abella turned and was met with Randy's handsome face.
Randy matched her pace. "How's your right hand? I wanted to ask earlier. What happened to it? Why did you perform surgery with your left today?"
"It's fine," Abella replied, moving her aching wrist nonchalantly. "I just hit someone too hard last night."
Randy was stunned. Not only was Abella an exceptional surgeon, but she had access to the miracle drugs in the black market, and now he discovered she was also skilled in combat! Was she even human?
At that moment, an old man approached hurriedly, shouting, "Excuse me, please. Hey, Abella, what are you doing here?"
Taken aback, Abella responded, "Grandpa Smith?"
"Did Phillipe also invite you to operate on Ryan?" Daniel inquired.
"Yes, I've completed the surgery," Abella affirmed.
"Completed? Already?" Daniel had battled heavy traffic, sprinting most of the way only to discover the procedure was over!
"You handled it alone?" he asked, panting.
"With him."
Following the direction of Abella's gaze, Daniel was astounded to recognize the figure beside her. "Randy, what's your role here?"
"Grandpa..." Randy began, his tone tinged with exasperation. "I work here."
Daniel was known for his unorthodox and confident demeanor, yet he engaged so courteously, even deferentially, with a young lady.
Randy was utterly astonished. Just who was Abella that she could elicit such respect from Daniel?
Daniel casually inquired, "Have you been looking after Mrs. Wilson in Room 301 properly?"
Randy, with no other option, confessed, "I check on her daily."
"Every day!" Daniel interjected before Randy could finish. "From now on, ensure you monitor her condition three times a day, at specified times!"
"Understood. Grandpa, no need to nag!" Randy replied.
"I suspect you're not paying attention and require a reminder!" Daniel threatened, raising his hand as if to slap Randy.
Witnessing this, Abella curved her lips slightly, displaying amusement.
Ten minutes later.
A Rolls-Royce entered the gates of Long Island Manor.
Thirty-three lavish private villas nestled beside the lake, epitomizing grandeur. The car meandered along the expansive, tree-lined avenue to halt before one of the estates.
A couple had been anxiously awaiting outside the entrance. Spotting Tom's car, they looked at each other in astonishment.
"What's going on?" Beckett Medici was the first to question.
'What happened to the car?
'Where's my daughter? Is she unharmed?' he thought to himself.
Tom's appearance startled Kimberly Harris. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, exclaiming, "Tom, your glasses and clothes... Were you in an accident? And Abella? Is she safe?"
"Yes, she's unharmed. I unfortunately got rear-ended by a truck on my way." Tom swiftly opened the car door and respectfully informed, "Ms. Medici, welcome home!"
Abella lifted her gaze, meeting the concerned eyes outside the car.
Kimberly had been stunningly beautiful in her youth, and even at fifty, she exuded a gentle and graceful aura.
Seeing Abella, she was moved to tears. "Are you Abella? My dear."
As soon as Abella stepped out of the car, she was enveloped in a warm embrace by Kimberly.
"We finally found you!"
The unexpected hug made Abella feel slightly uncomfortable, yet there was a hint of warmth.
"Let me have a good look at you." Kimberly cradled Abella's face in her hands, her eyes brimming with tears, tenderly asking, "Have you been well with the Wilson family all these years?"
"Yes."
That simple word made Kimberly's eyes well up with tears once more. Thank goodness, the Wilson family hadn't mistreated her daughter!
"Abella has returned. We should be celebrating..." Beckett Medici, Abella's father, said, his eyes slightly red from unshed tears. "Let's continue this conversation indoors. We shouldn't let our daughter stand here any longer."
"Right. Abella, please come in," Kimberly urged, taking Abella's backpack and handing it to Beckett.
Holding the bag without any brand logo, Beckett glanced over his shoulder at Abella and fought against a surge of sadness.
Disturbed by the thought, he slowed his stride, took out his phone once they had walked away, and placed an order. "I want a hundred custom-made outfits, a hundred pairs of shoes, and a hundred bags for Abella. Each must be unique in the world! Assure they're delivered by dusk today!"
"Abella, welcome to your new home," Kimberly declared, guiding Abella into the manor arm-in-arm.
The estate's garden was an enchanting tapestry of exotic flora, adorned with expensive fire lilies and Juliet roses.
In the middle of the garden stood dozens of people, including butlers, drivers, guards, chefs, gardeners, maids, and bodyguards...
In a gesture of reverence, they all bowed and proclaimed, "Welcome home, Ms. Medici!"
As they traversed the whimsical garden and entered the main hall, Abella's gaze was met with priceless paintings and antiques at every turn.
Didn't they say her family was poor?
Abella's eyes were drawn to a painting. At a recent auction, a piece titled The Five Kings Returning Drunk had been sold for an astounding three billion dollars!
She scrutinized the painting repeatedly, eventually arriving at an inescapable conclusion: it was authentic! Possessing a single painting valued at three billion spoke volumes about the wealth of the Medici family.
Strangely, the Wilson family had always portrayed her biological kin as penniless, yet the opulence surrounding her betrayed one undeniable truth: she was a member of an elite, affluent family!
Abella was a bit confused. What exactly was going on?
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