A Bumpy Road to Power

"That depends on your own skills then. Seduce him, sleep with him. That way, you'll complete the transition from nanny to woman in his bed."

The man in the baseball cap said.

Liza Yuill let out a cold laugh and said, "Sleeping with him is fine, but you'll have to pay extra."

"Don't push it. Have you forgotten what you are? When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you keep trying to bargain with me, I'll just send you back to where you came from."

The man in the baseball cap gave a cold snort as he spoke.

Liza Yuill was momentarily at a loss for words.

The arrogance on her face faded a lot.

The man in the baseball cap was very satisfied with this effect.

He stood up and said, "Remember, you report every little detail. Like just now—who was it that called him?"

"I didn't notice."

"From now on, details like that—you pay attention."

The man in the baseball cap said sternly.

He had just turned to leave when something suddenly occurred to him.

He leaned his face right up to Liza Yuill's.

And said, "Let me warn you one more time—don't you dare fall in love with him!"

"Relax. I've seen plenty of men. The kind I could fall for—Nuwa hasn't even molded him yet."

Liza Yuill said with contempt.

...

The Empyrean Palace.

Dirk Carter hurried to the elevator.

This time it wasn't Aurora waiting for him, but Boyd Linden.

His face was full of worry; he looked extremely anxious.

"What on earth happened?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Boyd Linden shook his head in a panic and said, "This morning when I went to bring Miss her food, I saw bloodstains on the tissue she'd used. I asked Miss, she said it was nothing and wouldn't tell me where the blood came from. Now Miss can't even move. I had no choice, that's why I called you."

Dirk Carter froze.

He muttered, "Can't move? It got that bad this fast?"

"What did you say?"

Boyd Linden asked.

Dirk Carter didn't answer him. Instead he asked, "Why didn't you take her to a hospital?"

"Miss refused to go. She said if she went to the hospital, her identity might be exposed."

Boyd Linden said.

"Alright, take me upstairs."

Dirk Carter waved his hand as he spoke.

The two of them quickly entered the hidden office upstairs.

Then.

Boyd Linden pushed open a concealed door.

A very simple bedroom appeared before Dirk Carter.

The bedroom was not small.

The room was empty and echoing.

Aside from a bed, there was nothing—there wasn't even a wardrobe or a vanity.

On the bed in the center, Claire Kane was lying there, face deathly pale, two quilts pulled over her, her whole body shivering.

When she saw Dirk Carter.

She seemed to try to sit up.

But after trying, she still failed.

Which made it clear.

Her mind was still clear.

Without wasting time, Dirk Carter slipped his hand under the quilt.

He took her hand out and placed his fingers on her wrist to feel her pulse.

"How is she?"

Boyd Linden asked anxiously.

Dirk Carter shook his head and said, "It's very bad."

"What illness does Miss actually have?"

Boyd Linden asked.

Dirk Carter released Claire Kane's hand.

He said to Boyd Linden, "Your Miss has a condition called Claustrophobic Blood-Deficiency Syndrome."

"Claustrophobic Blood-Deficiency Syndrome? What does that mean? How come I've never heard of such an illness?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your Miss has been frail since childhood. Because of family heredity and long-term living in a dark, damp environment, plus she hardly ever gets sunlight, her yang energy is severely depleted and her qi and blood are stagnant. In addition, she has a rare genetic defect that makes her hematopoietic function abnormal; her red blood cells are fragile and tend to rupture in the small blood vessels of the lungs, causing frequent episodes of coughing up blood. In Chinese medicine, you might roughly compare this to an extreme case of 'blood deficiency' with 'blocked yang qi.' In modern medicine, you could imagine it as a complex combination of a blood disorder and an immune system abnormality. This illness is that extremely rare Claustrophobic Blood-Deficiency Syndrome."

Dirk Carter reeled off a long explanation.

Boyd Linden naturally didn't understand.

He scratched his head and said, "That can't be right. You say Miss coughs up blood all the time—how come I had no idea?"

"Because she didn't want you to know. The first time I met her, she stripped naked in front of me. I thought her skin was a little too white. Later, I saw clumps of wrapped-up tissues in the trash. When I had physical contact with her, I took her pulse in passing and came to this conclusion."

Dirk Carter said.

Hearing this.

Boyd Linden was stunned.

He rushed to the bed.

He asked Claire Kane, "Miss, why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell us? We… we…"

By the end.

Boyd Linden couldn't even get the words out.

In that moment, even his voice choked up.

Claire Kane looked at Boyd Linden, forced out a smile, and said in a weak voice, "Boyd, you two have sacrificed your whole youth to protect me. I… I didn't want to trouble you any more. I thought I could hold on for a while longer. I didn't expect the illness to get worse this fast…"

Boyd Linden jolted.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

He turned to Dirk Carter and asked, "Mayor Carter, that… that medicine you gave Miss last time…"

Dirk Carter nodded.

He said, "That bottle of medicine was left by my parents back then—there was only that one bottle. It can't cure your Miss's illness, but it can delay the worst from happening. It's just a pity…"

Dirk Carter had seen it from the start.

He neither said nor asked anything, simply respecting Claire Kane's wishes.

He hadn't expected that Boyd Linden would actually swap out the medicine, and in the end even smash it.

In that moment.

Boyd Linden's whole body trembled.

He never imagined that, in trying only to keep Miss away from Dirk Carter, he had committed a grave mistake.

With a dull thud.

Boyd Linden knelt down in front of Dirk Carter.

With a sobbing voice he said, "Mayor Carter, it's all my fault, I was the foolish one. I apologize to you. You can punish me however you want, just please, please save Miss's life, please, you must save Miss's life…"

As he begged.

He kept slamming his head on the floor with a loud thump, thump, thump.

Dirk Carter hurriedly helped him up.

He said, "Get up first."

"If you don't agree, I'm not getting up."

Boyd Linden said firmly.

Dirk Carter glanced at Claire Kane, who was on the bed, on the verge of death.

He let out a long sigh and said, "It's not that I don't want to save her, it's just that… back then even my parents never found a way to treat this illness. I… naturally can't either."

In that moment.

Dirk Carter was just as helpless deep down.

Boyd Linden was stunned.

He was so flustered he no longer knew what to do.

Just then.

Claire Kane called softly, "Boyd, Boyd…"

Boyd Linden jolted.

He quickly wiped his tears and came to the bedside.

"Miss, Miss, say it—Boyd's right here…"

Claire Kane still forced a smile.

She said, "Boyd, go take care of your things first. I want to talk to Dirk for a bit."

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