The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 The Affection Between Them 

When Ethan heard about the invitation card, he glanced over. 

Dalton replied calmly, “Yes.” 

Wynter smiled. “Did you plan to do good deeds without telling me?” 

He coughed lightly. His voice still sounded a little hoarse. “I’m not in good health, so it would be a waste for me to have the invitation card. Since I can’t attend, it’d be 

better for me to give it to you.” 

She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you ever want to try your luck? The Yarwoods have hired so many renowned doctors. There will always be someone who can cure you.” 

Dalton lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were so long that they cast a shadow. “I thought about it before. But after meeting you, I feel that no one is better than you.” 

As soon as he said that, everyone was stunned. 

The barrel fell from Ethan’s hand, and even Wynter, who was holding the tea, went 

slightly stagnant. 

Wolf, who was practicing, abruptly stood up straight and stared at that handsome 

patient. 

Dalton also realized that his sentence was too ambiguous. He explained with a slight frown, “I meant your medical skills.” 

“I know.” 

She smiled leisurely. “Sit down first. I’ll go in to get something.” 

He did as she said and picked up the tea on the stone table. 

Ethan found this clinic to be magical. As soon as Dalton entered this courtyard, he didn’t care about anything he should be particular about. He didn’t even care whether the tea was good and seemed to have cured his clean freak attitude! 

When Wynter entered the room, Margaret was still talking on the phone. She 

wondered how many times Margaret emphasized the good points about her. 

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“Don’t worry, Wynter has a good temper, so she’ll listen to you. She won’t take up too much of your time. What did you say? You’re afraid of her? Abel, you can’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. You don’t want to teach her, right?” 

On the other end of the phone, Abel was about to say, “I didn’t lie. Your granddaughter is…” 

Before he could speak, he heard a cold voice from the other end of the phone. 

“Grandma, if Abel doesn’t want to, just forget it. We can’t force him.” 

He immediately said, “Mrs. Yates Senior, don’t worry. It’s not that difficult to tutor her. 

I’ll do it!” 

Margaret finally hung up the phone with satisfaction, then she lifted her gaze toward Wynter. “How many times have I told you? You have to call him Mr. Abel.” 

“Oh?” Wynter smiled lightly. “If I call him that, he might kneel in a fright.” 

Margaret was old and didn’t hear clearly. “What did you say?” 

“It’s nothing. I’m taking something to my friend, who is in poor health.” 

As she spoke, she put the wild root herb and truffle that she had picked in the mountains yesterday into the box, along with a medicine sachet. 

She moved very quickly, and Dalton had yet to finish his tea when she came out. 

“Here you go.” Wynter put the box on his lap. “Use the medicine according to the proportions inside and add it into your soup every day. I also wrote down the other taboos on the paper.”