Following Roxanne’s instructions, Sonya rinsed her hand under cold water for fifteen minutes and felt the burning pain disappear instantly.
Roxanne then applied her homemade burn ointment, which felt like a moisturizer, carefully on Sonya’s hand and adjusted the cold air from the hairdryer to slowly dry the ointment. Sonya felt a refreshing coolness on the back of her hand, which was quite comfortable.
Gradually, the redness caused by the burn started to dissipate, and Sonya realized the extent of Roxanne’s medical expertise. With such a burn ointment, it could likely become a hot-selling product in the market.
“I’ll serve the soup to the kids, Mrs. Farwell. You just sit tight,” Roxanne said as she went into the kitchen. She tasted the soup and found it delicious before scooping it into bowls and serving them one by one.
Archie took the initiative to bring Sonya a bowl of soup and said, “Grandma, this is the soup you worked hard to make. You should be the first to taste it!”
Sonya wanted to decline, but Elias smiled and said, “It’s rare that you cook soup. In fact, this is probably the first time in your life. You should taste your own craft!”
Roxanne immediately handed Elias a bowl of soup. The children were next, and even Lucian was called over to drink soup with the family. By nine o’clock that night, the children had to prepare for their baths and bedtime, and Sonya was reluctant to say goodbye to the three little ones
On the way home, Elias praised his wife without hesitation and encouraged her to continue on. He believed that Roxanne would forgive her someday.
“I know, but that’s because Roxanne is kind enough. I shouldn’t be thinking about seeking forgiveness all the time. I should be thinking about how to be a good grandmother and mother-in-law. Maybe I realized it too late, or maybe the realization came too suddenly.” Sonya sighed.
She realized that when she was a daughter-in- law in the Farwell family, her husband had protected her, and she had not suffered much. Elias didn’t say much after that, but he believed that his wife would change for the better.
Amidst the deafening beats of the DJ and the gyrating crowd, Elektra felt uneasy in the noisy bar. She had always been associated with serenity and kindness from her early years to now.
However, she found herself in this raucous scene, sipping on red wine, glass after glass, that had a tangy and slightly bitter taste.
Although the bar’s wine was subpar, it was strong enough to cloud her senses. If she persevered till the last drop, she could escape from her worries. When it came to facing Roxanne, Elektra was aware that she stood no chance. Her heart was young and full of passion, but everything seemed futile..
Suddenly, a dapper and somewhat attractive man who was wearing trendy clothes noticed her and went over. It was a common sight to see men prowling around solitary women in the bar. As he took a seat across from her, Elektra grew agitated and coldly snapped, “Excuse me, I didn’t invite you to sit here. Could you please leave me alone?”
Had it been anyone else, they would have taken note of Elektra’s extravagant attire and the keys to her sportscar resting on the table, and they would have probably stayed away.
After all, these gave the impression that she was a well-to-do young woman from a wealthy and prestigious family. However, this particular man simply gave her a faint smile and was unfazed by Elektra’s irritable demeanor.
“Excuse me, you’re Ms. Lane, right? My employer wishes to have a conversation with you regarding an important matter. Would you be willing to meet with my employer?”
“Get lost! I don’t care who you are. I’m not in the mood right now.” Elektra ignored the young man and dismissed him altogether. She was in a bad mood and didn’t want to meet anyone.
“I think you would want to meet her. After all, she knows about your troubles and wants to help you. You must hate Roxanne Jarvis a lot, right?” the young man teased.
His employer had said that if he mentioned Roxanne, Elektra would agree to meet. Sure enough, Elektra lifted her gaze and asked, “What’s your employer’s name?”
Following the young man, Elektra got in the car, and it sped off to a cruise terminal where yachts and cruise ships from around the world were docked. It was a playground for the rich.
She followed him onto a luxurious cruise ship from Hawen. The salty sea breeze blowing from the port jolted Elektra into alertness, swiftly clearing the fogginess of her mind. “Is your employer from Hawen?” she asked.
“Yes, Ms. Lane, don’t worry. The whole cruise ship has been reserved, and there is no one else on board,” the young man reassured her.
With the presence of stern bodyguards flanking her on both sides since boarding the ship, Elektra felt that she had no reason to feel apprehensive anymore. It was apparent that the individual who had extended the invitation was affluent and influential.
Shortly after, she was escorted to a reception area, where a waiter respectfully poured her a glass of red wine. The waiter meticulously opened the bottle, swirled it, and carefully poured the wine into a tall glass while politely saying, “Miss, please enjoy!” in Ustranasion.
Elektra lifted the tall glass and took a sip. She could tell the red wine was of high quality. While scanning the room, Elektra’s attention was drawn to a poised and elegant figure making her way toward the reception area.
As Elektra gazed upon the striking face that looked perfect from all angles, she immediately recognized that the face had undergone surgical enhancement, which was not uncommon in Hawen.
Although such a face was impeccable, it had one critical flaw. The hospital employed identical proportions, resulting in many individuals having nearly identical faces.
Fortunately, this woman possessed her own distinctive oval-shaped face, setting her apart from the sea of other women with rounded faces. Elektra gazed at the young woman before her with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.
The woman appeared to be young and around the same age as her, but she couldn’t recall having any friends from Hawen.
As the woman reached for a tall glass and flashed a mature and alluring smile, even Elektra couldn’t help but acknowledge that she exuded an almost flawless perfection and a sultry aura that could entice any man to take a second look at her.
“Hello, and who might you be?” Elektra was still trying to figure out if the woman was from Hawen. The woman raised her glass and clinked it gently with Elektra’s with a playful glint in her eyes.
“My name is Christina Patel! Hello, Ms. Lane,” Christina said lightly, downing the wine in one gulp without even savoring it. Elektra was taken aback for a moment as she didn’t recognize this name.
“Hello, Ms. Patel. Do we know each other?” This last name was undoubtedly Hawenese. However, this fluent Chanaean accent was not common for a Hawenese to possess.
A complex look flooded Christina’s eyes as she looked at Elektra and nodded firmly. “Elektra, we do know each other.” Since the other woman even knew her own name, Elektra’s puzzlement and wariness increased.
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