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---- Aaron shrugged, equally baffled. The old man was usually stern and distant. Why was he treating Clara with such attention? "Why are you looking at him? I said you can take it, so take it," Maverick said, pretending to scold. Reluctantly, Clara met Deborah's piercing gaze and accepted the gift. "Grandpa, you're too kind. Every time I come here, you give me something. Next time, I'll need a whole bag to carry it all!" Maverick chuckled. "No need for a bag. This house belongs to your generation now. I'm getting too old to worry about it." "Not at all!

You look so much healthier than last time. You even seem younger!" Clara laughed. The old man grinned, feeling those words deep in his heart. Clara sat beside him, checking on him. "Grandpa, your sleep has been good recently, right?" "Yes, sleep has been great, and my appetite's ---- fine," Maverick nodded. "Medicine is only partly helpful and partly harmful. Since your body is fine, I won't prescribe anything. I'll just give you some wellness recipes to rotate." Clara wrote an entire page of instructions.

Yam oatmeal: Cook yam with oatmeal for a meal that strengthens the spleen and stomach, nourishes the kidneys, and supports overall vitality. She listed proportions, methods, and instructions carefully, then handed it over. Maverick nodded approvingly. "Your handwriting is excellent. Not many young people take the time to practice these days." Clara smiled. "My mother made me practice when I was little. With technology now, hardly anyone writes by hand anymore." Maverick agreed. "Times change fast. Only we old folks stick to the traditions." Clara nodded.

"Lucian also says few people ---- these days want to see an old-fashioned doctor like him." "Clara, you're impressive!" Maverick said, his gaze full of admiration. "You haven't forgotten the old ways." "You flatter me! I hope one day to carry on Lucian's medical skills and help more people," Clara replied. "Good. I support you," Maverick said with enthusiasm. Deborah, sensing the warm conversation, tried to change the topic. "Clara, what do you like to eat? Dinner should almost be ready. I'll have the kitchen add a couple of extra dishes." Aaron stood. "No need. We have other matters.

Grandpa, we'll head back." Maverick, still enjoying the conversation, tried to persuade them. "A meal won't take that long." Richard walked in from the doorway. "Aaron, you're here? I need to talk to you about something..." ---- Clara turned to examine him. He looked to be in his fifties or early sixties. He had maintained his physique well, tall and broad-shouldered like Aaron, looking no older than his forties. Handsome, with refined features, undeniably enhanced by genetics. The tailored suit and luxury watch gave him the aura of a sophisticated man.

With the family name and wealth behind him, no doubt he attracted plenty of admirers. Richard looked composed, betraying no sign of the sordid acts he had just committed. Clara despised him with every fiber of her being. That man was perfect on the outside, rotten on the inside.