The Heiress’ Return Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40 Dr. Genius Was Born In A Poor Family 

The medicine store looked much better inside than outside. 

Initially, Ethan was worried that the place was too dirty for Dalton to get treated. But it was clean and neat, with an old–fashioned layout. 

There were wooden cabinets in the middle, making it look like an old house in Kingbourne, resembling a pharmacy from the olden times. 

Dalton looked around the store before his gaze landed on a painting. He casually played with the beads on his wrist. 

Seeing this, Wynter walked over to him and said, “It’s a replica.” 

“But could it be real?” Dalton said with a playful look. 

Wynter smiled. “What if it is?” 

Dalton stayed silent, staring at the painting as his eyes darkened. 

Even in her tangled sleeping pose, Marie’s youth and beauty stood out, mirroring the deep emotions Picasso poured into his painting. 

If he hadn’t known that the real “Nude, Green Leaves and Bust” had been purchased by an overseas collector, he might have thought this painting was the real deal. 

Dr. Lopez was intrigued. “Opening a foot massage shop like this in a modern city is quite an idea!” 

“Medicine store,” Wynter corrected him. 

Dr. Lopez quickly rectified, “This medicine store is quite something!” 

“Wynter, is that you?” 

Margaret walked out of the room with her cane. She was surprised to see so many people, but then she smiled. “Are all of you Wynter’s friends?” 

Ethan was quick to respond, “Yes, friends!” 

Margaret nodded and then glanced at Dalton. “And this gentleman too?” 

“He…” 

Before Wynter could speak, Dalton nodded and said, “Yes.” 

“Wynter, you have so many friends over, but you didn’t even tell Grandma,” Margaret 

Chapter 40 Dr Genius Was Born in A Poor Family 

jokingly complained while looking at Wynter. 

“I could have asked Wolf to buy more ingredients and prepare a nice meal for you all.” 

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Wynter brought over a wheelchair for Margaret to sit in, “Grandma, they’re not here for a meal. My friend is feeling a bit under the weather. I brought him here for some moxibustion. 

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As an experienced doctor, Margaret could tell a lot from Dalton’s complexion. “Wynter, your friend, he’s just feeling unwell?” 

“Just unwell,” Wynter’s eyes twinkled. 

“He has a weak spleen and slow digestion. I’ll give him a massage. Don’t worry, Grandma, I won’t do anything reckless.” 

Margaret patted her hand and said, “You must remember Grandma’s words.” 

“I remember. For minor ailments, we do massages. If there’s a serious problem, we don’t prescribe medicines or do massages. 

“We send them to the hospital across the street. Our medicine store doesn’t treat serious illnesses.” Wynter smiled softly.