My CEO Husband Says I'm Irreplaceable

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Returning to Northolme

The old man felt a subtle sensation in his legs, and an irrepressible excitement flickered in his cloudy eyes.

"Yes... I think I can feel something. Give me a moment to be sure."

"..."

At first, it was a bloating heat, followed by a fine, tingling numbness, like a warm current flowing slowly through his meridians.

For the old man, who had been paralyzed for years, the feeling was both strange and familiar.

"Vesper, I can really feel it! It’s warm and tingly, but it feels... very comfortable..."

He couldn’t describe the exact sensation. He tried to move his legs, but they remained unresponsive, completely immobile.

Vesper Grayson saw what he was trying to do and said softly, "Grandpa Forrester, please don’t rush. Feeling something after just one session means there’s hope. To fully regain sensation and walk normally again will take at least three to six months. Treatment is a slow process, so we must not be hasty."

The old man suppressed his excitement and calmed down a bit.

"You’re right. I was being too impatient."

He had given up all hope, but now Vesper Grayson had shown him a glimmer of it again.

To confirm that the old man was truly feeling something, Vesper Grayson asked him twice more. After receiving affirmative answers, she went downstairs to share the good news with Tristan Forrester.

As soon as she came out, Bella Thorne, who had been waiting by the door, immediately walked over.

"Vesper, how did it go?"

She knew that today’s treatment was crucial; it determined whether Grandpa Forrester could stand up again.

Seeing her anxious expression, Vesper Grayson gave her a reassuring smile.

"Grandpa Forrester was lucky. We finally got a bit of a reaction today."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That’s wonderful! Let’s go tell Tristan the good news right now."

She spun around happily and hurried downstairs, but her steps came to a sudden halt at the top of the staircase.

’If Grandpa is cured, then Tristan and I... will we...?’

"What’s wrong?"

Noticing the shift in her mood, Vesper Grayson moved to her side and asked softly.

Bella Thorne looked at her. "Vesper, how confident are you that you can cure Grandpa?"

"If the old man still hadn’t responded today, I would have said I had a twenty to thirty percent chance. But since he did react, I’m eighty percent certain I can cure him."

’Eighty percent. That means the odds are very high.’

"That’s really great. I’ll go check on Grandpa."

With that, she turned and walked back toward the bedroom.

"Bella, didn’t you just say you wanted to tell Mr. Forrester the good news yourself?"

"It’s the same if you tell him."

Vesper Grayson stared at her retreating back for a long moment before finally looking away.

Seeing her come down, Tristan Forrester and Jared Hawthorne looked up.

"The results are good. Grandpa Forrester responded to the treatment today. However, to regain full sensation and the ability to walk, he’ll need long-term acupuncture."

She was returning to Northolme with Jared Hawthorne today; she couldn’t possibly stay in Portclyde for an extended period.

A smile broke out on Tristan Forrester’s tense, handsome face, but it soon faded into a more solemn expression as he likely considered that she couldn’t stay in Portclyde long-term.

"Miss Grayson, if it’s convenient for you..."

"It’s not convenient for her," Jared Hawthorne cut in.

"..."

Tristan Forrester sighed in resignation. "Jared, I know you don’t want to leave Miss Grayson in Portclyde, but the old man needs daily treatments. We can’t just stop halfway..."

"It’s not that I don’t want to leave her; it’s that it’s unrealistic for her to stay in Portclyde long-term."

"Mr. Forrester, it’s really not feasible. I have a company to run as well."

She had only come along on a business trip with Jared Hawthorne; she never expected to get involved in someone else’s affairs.

Tristan Forrester mused, "Then let’s have the old man move to Northolme for a while."

"I think that works. You make the arrangements and let me know when it’s done." Jared Hawthorne glanced at his watch. "It’s about time. Let’s head to the airport."

Getting into the car, Vesper Grayson smiled. "Mr. Forrester, please let Bella know we’ve left."

Tristan Forrester nodded slightly.

By evening, they finally arrived in Northolme.

Leon Quillan was waiting for them at the airport ahead of time.

Seeing them emerge, he immediately went forward, took their suitcases, and deftly placed them in the trunk.

"President Hawthorne, Miss Grayson, please get in!"

As the car drove smoothly, Leon Quillan said, "President Hawthorne, Maxim Chandler is back."

"Mm."

Meeting the woman’s quizzical gaze, he explained simply.

"Maxim Chandler is my assistant."

"Then Leon is...?"

"Miss Grayson, I’m President Hawthorne’s driver and bodyguard."

She had thought Leon Quillan was Jared Hawthorne’s assistant. Turns out it was someone else.

Just then, Vesper Grayson received a call from Dolly Hughes.

"Sister Vesper, I’ve arrived in Northolme."

"Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up."

"No need! Just tell me the address, and I’ll take a taxi myself."

Vesper Grayson glanced at the twilight glow filling the sky outside the window, thinking it was getting a little late.

"Take a taxi to The Imperial Hotel. Come find me at Grayson Corporation tomorrow."

After hanging up, she saw the man watching her, his dark eyes narrowed.

Her red lips pursed slightly. "Are you the only one allowed to have an assistant and a bodyguard? Can’t I hire one too?"

"You’ve been at Grayson Corporation all this time and you don’t even have an assistant?"

"I’ve been too busy to hire one. Mr. Spencer has been helping me out lately."

’It’s not like you can just hire any assistant. You have to find someone trustworthy to keep by your side.’

She had hired Dolly Hughes back when she was at Zephyr. The girl loathed evil, was lively and innocent, and wasn’t one for scheming.

’With a bit of training, she might just become my right-hand woman.’

"If you’re short-staffed, I can arrange someone for you."

For him, it was a simple matter of saying the word.

"I won’t trouble President Hawthorne with such a small matter. I’ve already found a suitable candidate."

’Letting one of Jared Hawthorne’s people be her assistant? Wouldn’t that be like planting his spy by her side, to be watched twenty-four-seven?’

After dinner, Jared Hawthorne went to the study for a video conference.

She curled up on the sofa with her iPad, scrolling through online news.

The trending topics were all filled with news about the Grayson Family, a renowned family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

The buzz was everywhere, and the topic’s popularity showed no signs of waning.

The Grayson Family home, once bustling with visitors, was now deserted. Only a few scattered reporters were still camped out at the entrance.

The entire Grayson Family was staying inside, not stepping out their front door or even their inner gates, refusing all visitors.

Although a week had passed, the buzz surrounding the true identity of that "miracle doctor" hadn’t died down.

The entire internet was trying to dig up the miracle doctor’s identity, and the Northolme Traditional Chinese Medicine Association was paying extremely close attention to the matter.

The association’s president, William Grant, had made three personal visits to the Kensington Family home to see Sebastian Kensington, trying to subtly inquire about the identity of this mysterious, god-like doctor.

Without exception, he had arrived full of hope and returned in disappointment!

’Fame really does bring trouble.’

She finally understood why her master, after retiring, had become indifferent to fame and fortune, hiding away on Mount Corvath, far from the madding crowd, no longer concerning himself with worldly affairs.

"After this incident, what little reputation the Grayson Family had left is now completely ruined."

A man’s low, magnetic voice sounded beside her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

"Why don’t you make any sound when you walk!"

She jumped, startled.

"You were just too focused to hear me."

Jared Hawthorne leaned down, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. "Mandy Grayson has some talent in acupuncture. She’s built a reputation for herself these past two years, and with her background as a member of a traditional medicine family, she was about to join the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association on her grandfather Charles Grayson’s strong recommendation. But because of this incident’s impact, she was denied entry."

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