“Yes, Sir!” replied the old housekeeper before walking away with the tray.
Nash sighed to himself. He put a hand over his heart and said, “Since the madam is awake, I shall not
bother you anymore. You may contact me anytime if she feels unwell.”
Walter mirrored his action and replied, “Of course.”
Nash led Brian as they left the vi. Walter personally sent the two of them off from the manor.
On the roadside by the manor, the old butler poured a bottle of alcohol into the tray and then lit it
ame.
Brian felt a little regretful. The Traditional Medicine Association rarely came by parasitic bugs.
If they had been able to take them back for research, it would have allowed them to make a
breakthrough in holistic medicine in the field of parasitic bugs.
After apanying the two men outside the manor, Walter put his hand over his chest again and said,
“This is where we part. I have to go back and take care of my wife.”
Nash and Brian nodded with a smile.
Just as Walter was about to turn around and go back to the vi, Nash suddenly called out, “Mr.
Watson.”
“Do you need something else, Dr. Calcraft?”
Walter thought Nash had a few instructions or precautions regarding his wife, so he hurriedly stopped.
Nash grinned. “Make sure the princess drinks more hot water…”
Then, he turned around and left gracefully.
Walter looked at Nash’s back, his expression thoughtful.
Queenie slowly made her way into the living room while holding onto the handrail of the stairs.
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Her face was pale, and her legs were weak. She held a hand over her stomach as she cursed, “Damn
you, Nash… I curse you never to find a wife!”
She really could not figure out how she was the one who fell for the trick when she had put the
laxatives into his tea.
When did Nash switch their cups?
Walter walked in and noticed how difited Queenie looked. He could not help but frown and ask,
“Queenie, what’s wrong with you?”
Queenie replied mournfully, “I must have made myself sick from the haggis soup.”
Then, she ran to the toilet on the first floor.
The corners of Walter’s eyes twitched. “Dr. Calcraft told you to drink more hot water.”
There was a crash from the toilet.
Outside the manor, there was a Porsche parked on the side of the road.
This was Brian’s car, and the driver hade down to open the door.
Brian invited Nash to visit the pharmacy, but Nash gave him an excuse and refused.
He had no choice but to send Nash back to the apartment.
There was a look of doubt in Brian’s eyes while they were in the car. “The Watsons have so many
experts. Just who was it that gave Mrs. Watson the bugs?”
Nash crossed his legs and put one hand on the car window. “I thought it might be a business rival or
someone from within the
family before. But then Mr. Watson wanted to destroy the bugs, so I’m guessing that he’s the
perpetrator.”
Brian was shocked the moment he heard that. “How… How is that possible? Mr. Watson has only ever
married one woman in his life. They have mutual respect for one another and have been together
forever. How could he do such a treacherous thing?”
Nash smiled slightly and asked, “Is this considered treacherous?”
Brian was stunned. “He put his wife in aa for three years. Isn’t that a treacherous thing to do?”
Nash smiled and looked at Brian without saying a word.
Brian’s face flushed facing Nash’s superficial smile. “I know. Mrs. Watson only just fell into a deep
sleep. If Mr. Watson really wanted to kill her, she would’ve been dead.”
Despite saying that, Brian was still puzzled.
Walter did not want his wife dead, but neither did he want her to live properly. What exactly did he
want?
After half an hour, Nash arrived outside his neighborhood.
The moment he got out of the car, he saw a man in a windbreaker standing at the gate of the
neighborhood.