Rosemary held her phone close to her ear, catching the deep, magnetic voice of the man on the other end.
"My grandpa's run into a bit of trouble. I need your help."
Rosemary was puzzled. Phillip seemed to be doing fine the day before.
What could have gone wrong?
"Where are you right now?" Romeo's voice was as low and captivating as a cello, "I'll come to pick you up."
"Could you head to the Holy Cross Church in the suburbs then?"
The Holy Cross Church was not far from the mansion, and Rosemary could reach in a few minutes if she took the shortcuts.
Romeo was taken aback, "Are you in the suburbs?"
"Mmm."
The Holy Cross Church was an old building left from the 80s, with no worshippers visiting the weed-infested place. What could a girl like her be doing there?
After hanging up, Rosemary told Kelly, "I need to make a trip to the Holy Cross Church, got some business to handle."
"Alright." Kelly knew Rosemary had a lot on her plate and didn't ask further, "I'll send your stuff over later."
There was a whole workflow to be done after the shoot, and Rosemary, pressed for time, simply nodded,
"Okay."
At the entrance of the Holy Cross Church.
Romeo's mind wandered, "Is Miss Rosemary here for a photoshoot? She's incredibly beautiful, and it would be a shame if she isn't!"
Remaining silent, Romeo fixed his gaze on the distance, awaiting the appearance of a figure.
Suddenly, Carl exclaimed, "It's Miss Rosemary! I knew it! She must be here for a photoshoot."
Adorned in a white dress, Rosemary looked like a stunning vision against the backdrop of the setting sun,turning the church into a picturesque scene. Her flowing dress and waving hair made her appear like a fairy emerging from a painting.
Carl found himself captivated by her beauty. After a moment, he stepped out of the car and courteously opened the door for her, saying, "Miss Rosemary, please come in."
With lively eyes and a radiant aura, Rosemary glanced briefly at the man in the backseat before seating herself next to him without any pretense. "How is Phillip doing?" she inquired.
Romeo, still mesmerized by Rosemary's presence, replied, "He had some soup that someone brought, and now he's in surgery."
"Was it a soup from someone he knows?"
"Yes."
Rosemary recalled Phillip's condition yesterday. Even if he drank soup, it wouldn't warrant surgery.
So there must be something wrong with the soup.
"Miss Rosemary, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Carl glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "You're still in school, right?"
She looked like a little girl.
"I'm eighteen." Rosemary's tone seemed casual, "I just finished my university entrance exams."
Eighteen?
She was still so young...
Carl exclaimed, "You're only eighteen and already such a skilled doctor. Did your ancestors practice medicine?"
"No."
"So, you are..." Carl didn't finish his sentence when the car suddenly jolted.
Rosemary lost her balance and fell towards Romeo.
Romeo instinctively caught her.
Rosemary was wearing a sleeveless dress today, and Romeo's hand on her shoulder made her blush slightly.
Romeo's expression was a bit unnatural as he touched the girl's soft, delicate skin.
"Alright." Romeo's gaze lingered on her face, and then he took out his phone and asked, "If we're going to schedule a time... can I add you on WhatsApp?"
"Sure."
Carl saw them adding each other as WhatsApp friends and couldn't contain his excitement!
"When the time comes, you send me your address, and I'll come to pick you up," Romeo said, his tone gentle.
"Okay."
At the entrance of the operating room at Hope Hospital...
Brodie paced anxiously, constantly glancing at the operating room. Phillip had been in there for an hour, and the surgical light was still on...
The elevator door opened, and Romeo and Rosemary walked out together. They both had outstanding looks and well-proportioned figures, looking like a perfect match
"Young Master..." Brodie noticed the young girl beside Romeo, feeling somewhat surprised, but he didn't have time to ask too much. "Phillip has been in the operating room for an hour."
"What did the doctor say?"
"It doesn't look good..."
Brodie sounded a bit downcast, he wished he had stopped Phillip from drinking.
"Bring the soup that person sent over, let Ms. Collins have a look."
"Okay"
Though surprised, Brodie quickly brought over the soup.
Rosemary stirred the remaining soup ingredients with a spoon, realizing it was a famous heart-nourishing soup.
But the soup shouldn't taste like this.
Rosemary sniffed carefully, indeed catching a familiar scent.

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