Chapter 222
Chapter 222 The Mysterious Elder
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Westminster City was the administrative heart of Taversham, tucked to the west of Luneford, just north of the Tavernis River.
It was full of places worth exploring-grand cathedrals with exotic designs, iconic buildings, sprawling parks.
Cyclists rode leisurely along the streets, lending the whole city a sense of quiet romance and effortless charm.
In her previous life, right up until the very end, she had never stepped beyond her narrow world. This time, she wanted to see everything; every corner of the globe, every view worth savoring.
Standing in front of a towering cathedral, Lillian tilted her head back, watching a flock of pigeons take off into the sky. She couldn’t help pulling out her phone and snapping a few pictures.
At that moment, a long, sleek Rolls-Royce was gliding down the street. Inside, an elderly man sat by the window, his expression calm yet commanding; even in stillness, his presence radiated quiet authority. His hands rested firmly on the handle of the cane before him.
Beside him sat a man in a suit and glasses, posture impeccable, a tablet in hand as he reported, “Sir, your schedule for today is complete. What would you like to do next p>
Suddenly, a figure on the sidewalk caught the elder’s eye.
His gaze sharpened, disbelief flashing across his stern face. “Stop the car,” he ordered urgently.
The vehicle rolled to a halt. His assistant immediately stepped out and opened the door, but the old man had already braced himself on his cane, stepping down onto the pavement. His sharp eyes swept toward the sidewalk, landing on a girl standing there, head bent slightly as she looked at her phone, a faint curve tugging at the corner of her lips.
When his gaze finally settled on her face, the old man froze; shock rippled through him as he muttered under his breath, “So alike… too alike…” Then, clutching his chest, his breath came fast and shallow.
“Sir, are you all right?” The assistant rushed to his side, panic rising.
The elder struggled to breathe, his trembling finger pointing toward the cathedral, lips moving soundlessly; his consciousness began to blur.
The assistant, alarmed, barked orders to the driver to call emergency services. None of them dared to move him, terrified of making things worse, as a small crowd began to gather.
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Noticing the commotion, Lillian glanced over. Her keen senses quickly pieced together what was happening.
A doctor doesn’t walk away from someone in need. She thought as she stepped into the circle of onlookers.
The elderly man was half-reclined on the ground, his assistant kneeling beside him, coaxing his breathing into some semblance of rhythm, while others frantically repeated calls for an ambulance to hurry.
Lillian knelt next to him, meeting his desperate, almost pleading gaze. His breathing was turning more erratic-classic signs of a heart attack. She turned to the assistant and said calmly, “He’s having a cardiac episode. The ambulance will take some time; I can stabilize him until they arrive p>
The assistant nodded rapidly, relief and desperation mingling in his eyes. If something happened to the chairman, no amount of apologies would save him.
With a practiced motion, Lillian slipped a silver needle from the bracelet on her wrist, her hands moving with swift precision as she inserted the needles into key points. Within moments, the old man’s face began to regain color, his breathing gradually evening out.
His trembling hand reached up, closing around hers. “You… what’s your name?” he asked, voice shaking.
Lillian glanced down at his hand gripping hers, her expression flickering. In his eyes, there was expectation-hope, even-and for reasons she couldn’t explain, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. “I’m Lillian,” she said quietly.
“Lillian…” he repeated under his breath, as though testing the name, clinging to it.
She withdrew the needles just as the ambulance arrived, sirens wailing. Paramedics rushed in, lifting the old man onto a stretcher. Even as they carried him away, his gaze lingered on her, full of quiet searching and unspoken longing.
To Lillian, it was nothing more than a fleeting episode, something barely worth remembering; but there had been something in that man’s eyes-something she couldn’t quite name—that lingered in her thoughts.
By the time she returned to the estate, dusk had already settled, shadows stretching long across the grounds.
She had barely stepped inside when Sunny’s excited yips reached her ears. The estate was sprawling, and she’d left him out to play rather than tucking him away in her space. Before she could react, a sharp, imperious voice rang out in a foreign tongue, sharp and shrill, “Catch that mangy fox for me! I refuse to believe I can’t handle a filthy little animal p>
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