Pansy recoiled at the sudden coldness radiating from Hera. The sharp glint in her normally gentle eyes sent a shiver down Pansy's spine. It was a powerful command that left no room for argument.
"Do what she says," Christopher instructed.
Having witnessed his father seek Hera's medical expertise for his grandmother before, Christopher trusted her capabilities.
Unwilling but compliant, Pansy lowered Mary to the ground. Hera swiftly unfurled an acupuncture kit, revealing a row of gleaming gold needles.
With practiced ease, she selected one, located the appropriate pressure point, and expertly inserted it. She inserted more into specific locations on Mary's head and hands.
Moments later, Mary stirred and slowly regained consciousness.
Relief washed over Pansy. "Mrs. Ludden Senior, how are you feeling?"
"Grandma..."
Mary mumbled weakly. Her eyes landed on Christopher, and Mary's blood pressure threatened to spike again. "You shameless boy! Are you trying to kill me from shock?!"
Hera reassured Mary, "There's no need to get upset. While sexual orientation may be unchangeable, your health can certainly be improved."
Christopher remained silent.
Mary, on the brink of another outburst, resorted to childish petulance. "What's the point of living this long if I can't hold my great-grandchildren in my arms? I might as well be dead!"
Hera's composure faltered for a moment, leaving her speechless.
Christopher quickly stepped in to console her.
Hera's instruction cut through Mary's outburst, "Stop taking the medication for your rheumatoid arthritis when you return home."
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