Soon, Marve''s face would start rotting and bepletely ruined.


    Karen was feeling quite pleased with herself, not noticing that Alexis''s face har slowly turned grim as Alexis observed her presumptuous attitude.


    If Byron and Maeve had already been divorced, Alexis would not have minded anything Karen did.


    However, they were not divorced yet, and Karen''s eagerness made Alexis feel a bit ufortable. When she thought about Betty''s words, Alexis could not help but feel suspicious.


    She wondered, ''Can I trust Karen''s previousments about Maeve?


    Meanwhile, at the Nightfall Manor.


    Not long after Maeve fell asleep, Byron slowly opened his eyes and pressed the inte.


    In less than five minutes, Anthony rushed over and checked the wound on Maeve''s cheek as Byron had instructed on the phone earlier.


    Byron stood at the side with his arms crossed. When he saw that Anthony did not speak for a long time, he frowned. "How is


    it


    "Not good, Anthony said. "This wound doesn''t look like a bacterial infection. It''s most likely caused by poison."


    "Poison?" Byron''s eyes turned cold. "What kind of poison? Can it be cured?"


    "I''m afraid it''s difficult to determine what kind of polson it is with the naked eye. However, judging from the extent of thisdy''s wound, she has been poisoned for some time. If it had been discovered a couple of dayster, by the time the taxin spread across her entire face, it would lead to disfigurement and be beyond treatment."


    Disfigurement.


    The moment Byron heard that word, his demeanor shifted dramatically, his striking features now cloaked in ayer of icy frost, cold enough to send shivers down one''s spine.


    Byron thought of how Maeve was so worried about people seeing her facial wound that she had to cover her face with a veil. An uncontroble sorge of anger welled up in his chest.


    If Maeve were disfigured, she would likely feel even worse and would not want to leave the house at all.


    After a moment, Byronposed himself and asked, "Has her body been affected by the poison?"This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "This toxin doesn''t only target the face; its harm is just not as significant as that on the face, Anthony replied. "Once the toxin is eliminated, her wound will heal naturally." "Just tell the butler whatever you need. Don''t worry about the cost or consequences; just focus on curing her," Byron said.


    "Alright. Rest assured, Mr. Mcdaniel."


    Their voices were deliberately lowered. In addition, since Maeve had spent several sleepless nights in the hospital, she had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as her body rxed.


    b GT.


    As a result, she was not disturbed by their voices.


    Anthony quickly prepared the ointment and was about to use it when Byron rolled up his sleeves and took the ointment


    "You just tell me what to do. I''ll handle it. Byron said firmly.


    "O-okay," Anthony said.


    The topical ointment needed to be applied all over the face. Just as Byron was spreading it over Marve''s cheeks, Maeve drowsily opened her eyes.


    Feeling something cold on her face, she subconsciously touched


    A warm and strong hand grasped her wrist. I''ve applied medicine on your face. Don''t touch it," a voice chided.


    Maeve becamepletely awake. She looked at Byron who was standing by her bed with a clear bowl in hand and asked cunously. "What did you apply to my face?"


    "It''s an external ointment made by the doctor. Byron sat down on the edge of the bed. As he applied the ointment to Maeve''s face, he exined calmly. The bacterial infection in your wound is too serious, so you have to apply the ointment all over your face. Lie down and don''t move"


    When Maeve heard this, she grabbed the corner of the nket nervously. "How serious is it? Is it incurable?"


    "It''s nothing to worry about," Byron said, his expression remaining unchanged. After applying the ointment to her lower face, he got up andughed at her appearance, which was covered in a pale green ointment. Maeve


    looked at him in confusion. "What are youughing at?"


    He teased, "The ointment is the same color as the winter melon you nted on the terrace. It looks stupid."


    Maeve was speechless.


    She thought angrily, Has Byron never seen a girl put on a facial mask before? How can he call me stupid? "Also, where is the medicine that the hospital prescribed for you? Byron asked again.


    Marve took her coat from the side and took out an ointment from the pocket. "Here. Why do you want it?"


    "My doctor will prepare a new ointment for you, so don''t use the old one anymore," Byron replied.


    Macve looked at the bespectacled Anthony beside her and hesitated. "Are the services of your private doctor... expensive?" Byron was taken aback for a second, then he could not help but chuckle. I won''t ask for money. How about youpensate me with some home- cooked meals?" "Alright!" Maeve nodded.


    Compared to Byron not epting a single cent from her, Maeve felt that this was more eptable.


    Half an hourter, Maeve went to the bathroom to wipe off the ointment on her face and washed her face.


    She was not sure if it was just her imagination, but the area around the wound on her cheek felt cool and was no longer as itchy and ufortable as before.


    "There''s indeed a reason why private doctors are expensive, Macve thought.


    She sighed inwardly. Qutside, Byron handed the ointment to Anthony and asked him to check if the ointment contained


    poison


    After Anthony left, Maeve came out of the washroom.


    She waved her hand domineeringly. "Let''s go and see what ingredients your fridge has. I''ll make you a feast tonight!"


    Byron could not help butugh.


    ''She''s so easy to coax, he thought.


    After half an hour, Maeve''svish meal was still far from finished, but she had already be chummy with the chefs Byron had poached from upscale, luxurious dining establishments. She was even fed a lot of their homemade snacks.


    She was almost full before dinner..


    Byron came over and saw this scene. He quietly walked to Maeve''s side and asked her, "Do you need help?"


    The chefs promptly silenced themselves and returned to their workstations.


    Maeve did not hold back and said, "Help me wash and cut those vegetables. I want to use themter."


    "Okay," Byron replied calmly. He removed his luxury watch and ced it on the kitchen counter, rolled up his sleeves, and went to wash the vegetables.


    Perhaps it was his tall and slender physique that made even the act of washing vegetables appear sophisticated.


    It looked as if it were a scene from a supermodel photo shoot.


    Maeve looked at Byron''s well-defined side profile and felt a little surprised.


    She thought Byron was just saying it casually, but she never expected him to actuallye and help.


    After all, she had seen how much Byron detested doing housework.


    Maeve suddenly remembered something


    "Byron, can I ask you a question?"


    "Yes, what is it?" Byron said.


    "You can''t even differentiate between leek and spring onion but the dishes you make are actually quite delicious. Why is that


    so?" she asked.


    Byron''s lips twitched. Why is she still so hung up over this? he thought.


    After the dishes were served, Maeve came out of the kitchen. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure in the dining room. "Alexis?"


    Alexis handed the coat to the maid before she nced at the food in Maeve''s hand.


    "Do you think that just by catering to my son''s appetite, you can wint his heart?" Alexis said indifferently.


    And it''s only been a little while, yet Byron has already brought her here?'' she thought to herself.