Kendrick felt an unfamiliar lightness in his body, something he hadn't experienced since his illness took hold.
"Doc, am I... am I really getting better?" Kendrick asked, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looked up at Anthea.
With a gentle smile, Anthea nodded. "You're halfway there. To make a full recovery, you'll need to keep up with a special treatment plan I've designed for you," she said, handing him a neatly written prescription.
As Kendrick took the paper from her, he couldn't help but admire the elegance of her handwriting. Even with years of practice, his own writing couldn't compare.
Corrin was waiting anxiously outside the room. Anthea opened the door to find him practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Dr. Yeager! How's Mr. Wright?"
"He's doing much better," Anthea reassured with a smile.
Corrin rushed in, exclaiming, "Sir!"
Tears welled in Kendrick's eyes as he murmured, "Corrin, I know my own body, and I can tell you, I feel a world of difference. Miss Yeager says with more of her treatment, I'll be as good as new."
"Thank goodness!" The two septuagenarians embraced, sobbing with relief.
Meanwhile, the butler had arranged a lavish lunch spread. After five hours without a bite, Anthea was ravenous and graciously accepted the invitation to dine. "And my friend?" she inquired.
"Ms. Allen has been informed, Miss Yeager. Please, enjoy your meal while we fetch her," the butler replied.
It wasn't long before Sarah joined them.
"How did it go, Ann?" she asked.
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