CHAPTER 819: CHAPTER 819: NOTOPTERYGIUM—A CURE FOR KIDNEY DEFICIENCY

Julian Rathborne felt a twinge of pain for two minutes, "...Mom!"

Seeing Julian’s mood sour, Old Mrs. Rathborne quickly scampered back to her room, "Son, hang in there, you’re the best!"

Julian was speechless. He donned a black coat, grabbed the car keys, and drove to a nearby pharmacy.

...

Julian went to the pharmacy to buy birth control pills, but instead of heading back right away, he lazily leaned against the luxury car’s body and lit a cigarette.

The cold night wind brushed against his face, bringing clarity to the lost.

Clearly, tonight he had lost control.

All these years, uninterested in women, yet tonight he panicked like a clueless youth. Most importantly, he performed poorly, penning a moment of disgrace.

Recalling the woman under him whimpering reluctantly, Julian’s throat rolled. Who knows what he was thinking; maybe contemplating a repeat.

At this moment, pedestrians on the street stopped and stared. Under the night neon lights, many young and beautiful girls were secretly watching Julian.

Julian was still young, in his forties. A mature and successful upper-class man at this age naturally exuded an indescribable masculine charm. Once Aethelgard’s prodigy, his noble demeanor became more refined with time, radiating the clean grace of a noble scion, magnetically drawing all eyes.

Julian hurried out without changing clothes, throwing a black coat over his attire. Now lazily leaning against the car, with faint sight, one could see his black silk pajamas beneath. Even such an ensemble looked high-class on him.

Moreover, Julian was wearing slippers.

Who would’ve thought that Aethelgard’s prodigy, Julian, would step out in the dead of night in slippers to buy birth control pills?

The young beautiful girls looking at him blushed and their hearts raced.

Julian hadn’t noticed any of this. He stubbed out his cigarette and turned to get in the luxury car, which sped away.

...

Julian returned to the Rathborne mansion and opened the bedroom door, not seeing Seraphina Linden on the bed.

She was here when he left, but now she’s gone.

Where did she go?

Julian set the birth control pills down and glanced around the room. The room was empty; Seraphina was truly gone.

So late, where could she have gone?

Julian quickly stepped out, intending to summon a maid, "Someone..."

"Don’t call for them." Old Mrs. Rathborne appeared, "Julian, are you looking for Seraphina? She said she had something urgent and left first."

What, she left?

Wasn’t she supposed to leave tomorrow?

Old Mrs. Rathborne came over, nudging Julian with her elbow, winking suggestively, "What, Seraphina’s just left and you’re already missing her? You weren’t so clingy before."

"..." Julian had no intention of talking to Old Mrs. Rathborne. He turned and went into the room.

Soon, he saw a small note pinned on the bedside table, with a line of graceful writing: Idiot, I left, and took the Jianghu manual with me.

Only then did Julian realize he had been duped. She’s a doctor; she has her own ways to handle contraception. She had just sent him to buy birth control pills to get rid of him temporarily while she slipped away with the Jianghu manual!

This woman!

Julian was quite angry that he discovered more writing under the note. Looking down, he saw she had written: Angry, Mr. Rathborne? Don’t be mad, I’ve left you a gift.

She left him a gift?

Julian’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed a bit; the woman had some decency left.

He continued reading, curious about the gift she left him.

Soon he discovered the gift – she had written in large characters: Qinghuo remedy, specially for kidney deficiency!

She said, Qinghuo remedy, specially for kidney deficiency.

Julian’s handsome face turned black with rage; Seraphina Linden, he almost wanted to strangle her!

...

Serena Sterling hadn’t left Aethelgard yet because she was worried about Leah Thorne. On this day, after Leah finished her schedule, she and Serena had afternoon tea together.

In the café, the two friends sat by the window. Today, Leah wore a magenta woolen sweater, loose-fitting yet accentuating her delicate shoulders. Below, she wore black tapered pants, the cuffs rolled up, revealing her exquisite ankles. Her wavy long hair lazily draped over her shoulders, and her small face, like a blooming red rose, was boldly soft.

"Leah, I heard Justin Xavier is getting married?" Serena Sterling asked.

Leah stirred her coffee with a small spoon, curling her red lips carelessly, "Yeah, I heard his bride is Cecilia Pence, the eldest daughter of the entertainment tycoon, the Pence family. It’s a wealthy match, right?"

"What wealthy match, Leah, I’m asking you, if Justin gets married, what about you?"

Leah took a sip of her coffee, "What does his marriage have to do with me? At most, I’ll have a new sister-in-law."

"...Leah!" Serena held Leah’s small hand, "A woman’s youth is precious. You’ve been with Justin for four years..."

Serena had gone back to Alani to give birth to triplets, and it had been four years since.

Leah showed little emotion, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear; her gentle, lazy demeanor exuded a myriad of charms. "Serena, don’t misunderstand. During these four years, Justin has never laid a finger on me. We have a pure brother-sister relationship."

Back in the day, Serena and Leah were known as the "Twin Belles of Bayside," Serena the ethereal and brilliant, while Leah was a thorny rose, born to outshine others. Her beauty attracted both envy and attack from women, and without a strong background, she’d be devoured by upper-class men, becoming someone else’s plaything.

Serena was stunned, understanding that Justin, whom she knew well, had managed to restrain himself around Leah for these years?

"Leah, are you serious? Did Justin have a change of heart?"

"No," Leah shook her head, "it’s more like... he wants to but doesn’t dare touch me. He doesn’t dare give in to his desires. Justin has always been a clear-headed and forbearing person. His self-control is formidable to an alarming degree."

Serena nodded in agreement. Justin was inherently a man with dark elements; the more clear-headed and self-restrained a man is, the more terrifying he becomes.

"Serena, shall we head back?"

"Sure."

The two friends left the café. Madame Goldie’s car had been rear-ended today, so their luxury van hadn’t come to pick them up. Serena and Leah decided to hail a taxi on the street.

Before the taxi arrived, an Aston Martin pulled up.