The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1858: You Look a Lot Like a Friend I Once Knew

"I will go out first too." The butler was the most shocked of all, but deep inside he undoubtedly hoped Nathalie Quinlan could find a way to cure Marcella Davidson’s illness, and almost hurriedly rushed out.

Jaycent Kingsley was swiftly pulled out.

The butler also went out, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

At this moment, Kenzie Nabours finally snapped out of his shock, his eyes filled with both joy and worry. He was afraid that the glimmer of hope that had ignited within him would be extinguished, speaking cautiously as if fearing Nathalie Quinlan might change her mind: "Ms. Quinlan, do you really have a way to cure my wife’s illness?"

He had been quite polite to Nathalie Quinlan before, but his politeness was based on the fact that Nathalie was someone Jaycent Kingsley had brought in and was his friend. His attitude was courteous, yet he didn’t particularly care.

But now, Kenzie Nabours was like a drowning man who finally grabbed onto a piece of driftwood, completely disregarding his image.

"I’ll give it a try." Nathalie Quinlan did not speak hastily, opening the Acupuncture Pack she was holding, taking out a shimmering fine needle from inside, and sat back at the bedside, softly speaking to the woman on the sickbed: "There might be some pain during the acupuncture, but it will pass if you bear with it."

Marcella Davidson initially had no hope about her illness. If it wasn’t seeing Kenzie Nabours tirelessly seeking treatment for her, she might have long chosen to give up treatment and go peacefully through the last stages of her life... Now, hearing someone claim they could cure her illness, she felt slightly bewildered and couldn’t help but carefully observe the person speaking.

The girl’s features were delicate, the face under the hat brim was excessively attractive, extremely eye-catching.

The kind of appearance that’s hard to forget once you’ve seen it.

Nathalie Quinlan wore a duckbill cap, and Marcella Davidson had just woken up, with her consciousness remaining somewhat fuzzy due to the torment of illness, so she hadn’t clearly seen Nathalie Quinlan’s appearance until now.

At that moment, upon seeing clearly, she was momentarily dazed and blurted out: "Lynette?"

Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t reacted yet.

Kenzie Nabours reacted first, holding her hand and tucking her in gently, whispering, "Marcella, what are you talking about? You’ve mistaken the person again."

He knew who Marcella Davidson was referring to.

A once-famous weapon manufacturing genius, the true once-in-a-century legend of the Kingsleys Family in Inderia.

Unfortunately, that person passed away young, dying early.

Marcella Davidson is among the few in Inderia who still remembers Lynette Kingsley.

Her expression became slightly dazed again, and as she carefully scrutinized the girl once more, she seemed to be brought back to reality, smiling bitterly and apologizing to Nathalie Quinlan: "I’m sorry, Ms. Quinlan, you look very much like an old acquaintance of mine, I mistook you for someone else, please don’t mind."

Nathalie Quinlan’s originally laid-back expression gained a touch more seriousness, she tilted her head and glanced at the woman on the sickbed, responded with a soft "hmm," and without saying much else, sat down, her voice becoming gentler as she spoke: "Mrs. Davidson, I’m about to start, are you ready?"

"Yes." Marcella Davidson, plagued by chronic illness, appeared incredibly weak. Just the brief moment she sat up, her back was already soaked in sweat. Yet her eyebrows and eyes maintained a very friendly and gentle demeanor as she softly said: "I’m ready, you can start."

Kenzie Nabours also carefully reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, his refined and elegant eyes looked towards the girl, extending a courteous gesture: "Ms. Quinlan, I’ll leave my wife in your hands."

Nathalie Quinlan nodded, the light in her eyes settling down, shedding the previously slightly indifferent demeanor. From the moment she began acupuncture for Marcella Davidson, the aura around her also changed, becoming solemn and serious...

Without wasting words, she directly began the acupuncture.