Chapter 433 Inheriting Medical Skills
Abigail, feeling sorrowful, buried herself in Grace's embrace and softly reassured her, "It's all in the past now. Things can only shine brighter for you moving forward."
Hearing Abigail's soothing words, a peculiar warmth spread through Grace's heart.
She gently patted Abigail's head, her smile faint but genuine. "Yes, it will."
Then she turned her gaze to Caius. "Honestly, how long do you think my body can endure? Don't hide the truth from me."
Caius exchanged a look with Michelle, who gave a slight nod. Taking a breath, he answered, "The toxins in your body weren't fully eradicated back then. They've spread deeply to your lungs. Complete recovery is unlikely, but I can attempt to mitigate the spread."
For Grace, this was more than enough. She gave him a serene smile, her tone calm. "Thank you, Caius. That's all I needed."
Caius shook his head. "There's no need for thanks. You're family, after all."
Abigail and Gregory, who had been watching anxiously, let out a collective sigh of relief. Even if the illness couldn't be fully cured, knowing it could be managed to reduce Grace's suffering was a comfort.
After dinner, Caius followed Grace to her room, pulling out a set of portable medical equipment to begin treatment.
His movements were confident, methodical, and precise. Although the process was swift, there wasn't a single moment of hesitation.
Abigail and Gregory stood silently nearby, careful not to interrupt. Abigail, especially, looked tense, her fingers nervously gripping her shawl.
Nearly an hour later, the session concluded.
Grace suddenly opened her eyes, her expression tense as a metallic taste filled her mouth. Unable to hold it back, she leaned forward and vomited on the floor.
Abigail hurriedly brought her a glass of water, gently patting her back. "Mom, are you feeling better now?"
A servant quickly appeared with a basin of water. Grace rinsed her mouth and exhaled shakily. "Don't worry, I feel significantly lighter now."
Hearing this, everyone in the room felt a wave of relief.
Caius straightened and said, "I'll visit monthly to continue this therapy. The treatment will last for about six months. I'll also prepare medication for daily use to ensure progress."
Abigail helped Grace sit up, her expression softening with gratitude. Grace clasped Caius's hand and said sincerely, "The Worthington family's reputation for their medical skill isn't an exaggeration. Seeing it firsthand, I'm in awe. Thank you."
Caius waved her thanks away, his smile faint but warm. "It's nothing. It's the least I could do."
Noticing Abigail's gaze lingering on him, he raised an eyebrow playfully. "Why are you staring? Are you impressed?"
Abigail blushed lightly, nodding with a small smile. "Dad, you're amazing. I didn't think you'd make her feel so much better so quickly."
Caius tilted his head thoughtfully. "Would you like to learn medicine from me? Carry on the Worthington legacy?"
Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious? Advanced skills like that take years of practice. Isn't it too late for me to start?"
Caius's expression turned firm, his voice decisive. "If I say it’s possible, then it is."
Despite his encouragement, Abigail hesitated, her doubt evident. "I still have the company to manage. I don't think I can take this on."
Caius frowned, his tone sharp. "Managing that little company is hardly worth your time. The entire Worthington Group will belong to you someday. It's decided—you start learning with me tomorrow."
Abigail's laughter bubbled up as she protested, "Dad, the Worthington family doesn't lack children. Isn't it tradition to pass skills to sons, not daughters? Why not have Orson or Bruce take it up?"
She secretly worried that she'd fail and disappoint him.
Caius gave her a pointed look. "If they were willing, do you think I'd be asking you? They're all hopeless!"
Orson, a painter at heart, recoiled at the idea of memorizing thick medical tomes.
Bruce, ever the playboy, spent his days gallivanting rather than doing anything of substance.
As for Mireille, her aversion stemmed from an early mishap when herb juice stained her dress. From that day, the mere mention of medicine reduced her to tears.
But the family's legacy couldn't be neglected.
Abigail sighed in resignation. "Alright, fine. I'll give it a try."
Meanwhile, Gregory arranged for a professional manager to take over the company. Once the transition was complete, Abigail would accompany Caius back to Aerilon.
Gregory, however, couldn't bear to be apart for long. He resolved to fly to Aerilon every few days.
Mireille, upon hearing Abigail's plans, was elated. She had just finished her internship and was working on her graduation project at home.
When Abigail arrived, Mireille immediately dragged her upstairs. "Abigail, you have to see this!"
"Be careful! Abigail is pregnant!" Caius's stern voice followed them, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Got it!" Mireille called back with a playful salute, slowing her pace and shielding Abigail protectively.
Abigail chuckled. "There's no need to treat me like I'm made of glass."
Initially, she was hostile towards Abigail. But as time went on, she realized Abigail had no intention of competing with her and harbored no ill will.
Gradually, she let go of her resentment, especially after Cassian was expelled from the Worthington family.
Now, she just wanted to live each day peacefully, no longer yearning for things that weren't hers.
Pulling Abigail into her room, Mireille proudly displayed her sketches. "Look! These are my designs for graduation. What do you think?"
Abigail studied them, her brow furrowing slightly. "The concepts are bold, but the colors clash. They wouldn't translate well into actual garments."
Mireille's eyes widened. "What? That can't be!"
Abigail patiently pointed out specific areas, explaining, "This section, for example, won't align properly in construction. Adjustments here would make it functional."
Mireille listened intently, her face lighting up with understanding. She hugged Abigail tightly. "You're a lifesaver! I wouldn't have noticed these flaws on my own."
Without Abigail's input, her designs might have been deemed unqualified, jeopardizing her graduation.
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