Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542: Chapter 542

"I can’t tell you how grateful we are that you’re willing to help, Professor," Mark pled earnestly. "If you won’t accept any payment, we’d feel as if we’re taking advantage of your kindness. Please, take something more to make us feel better."

Paying her more than necessary?

"Fine," Rosemary relented with a sly smile. "I’ll decide how much later."

Rosemary didn’t specify how much, but this reassured Mark. He believed that Old Mrs. Griffith was going to be saved!

Half an hour later.

They arrived at a grand and beautiful mansion.

The mansion was a combination of a dozen buildings, surrounded by a sapphire-blue lake, vast lawns, and an inviting swimming pool.

There was even a helipad.

Just standing at the entrance, one could sense the extraordinary wealth and status of the owner.

This was no ordinary rich family.

The owner of such a mansion must hold a high position in society.

Six butlers in uniform greeted Rosemary at the entrance with well-trained courtesy and respect.

Upon hearing Mark had brought the Professor, Sampson, who was leisurely sipping tea in the garden, got up and walked toward the entrance to welcome them.

His maid, a short-haired young woman, followed him. From a distance, she spotted a slender, charming young woman entering the mansion.

The young woman wore her hair in a bun and had a strikingly beautiful face that was hard to ignore.

Her beauty and charisma were...

The short-haired maid was thrilled.

"Mr. Sampson, that’s her! The Solterra girl I told you about!"

She was the one who helped Old Mrs. Griffith when she had trouble breathing.

She reminded them that Old Mrs. Griffith was frail and needed extra care.

She said that those pills wouldn’t help Aunt’s condition and suggested other medications.

"Mr. Sampson, you found her?" The short-haired maid was overjoyed. "So, Old Mrs. Griffith is going to be saved!"

"So, the Solterra girl who helped when Old Mrs. Griffith’s health deteriorated after the bus accident is her?" Sampson seemed a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"

"I’m absolutely sure! This face—how many like it could there be in the world? I’d recognize her even if she turned to dust!" The short-haired maid greeted Rosemary happily as she arrived. "Hi, we meet again."

Rosemary didn’t recognize her. She tried to recall, but couldn’t.

"I was the one screaming for help on the roadside when the bus accident happened. You stopped and helped Old Mrs. Griffith," the short-haired maid said with a sincere smile, hopeful eyes on Rosemary.

Ah, so it was her. Rosemary remembered now.

She had been desperate.

No one was willing to stop and help.

She and the driver stood by the roadside, screaming for help.

So, it turned out Old Mrs. Griffith needed medical attention?

Rosemary had checked Old Mrs. Griffith’s pulse at the time. The medical condition was complex and required multiple medications. When the short-haired maid asked for advice, Rosemary couldn’t give her a specific prescription.

Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition required constant adjustment of medication.

"I’m glad to see you again," Rosemary nodded at her, acknowledging her enthusiasm.

The short-haired maid was overjoyed. She hadn’t expected their second meeting to be like this. This girl was so gentle and polite. She was adorable.

"So, is Rosemary your real name?" Sampson asked, masking his surprise with a smile.

"Yes, it is."

"It’s a beautiful name." Sampson gestured her to move ahead. "I’m sure you’re aware of my mother’s condition—do you have any suggestions?"

At this point, Mark seemed to remember something. He blurted out, "Oh, Professor. There was a medicine at a domestic auction called HeartEase. It was created by a brilliant pharmacist. It’s said to be highly effective in treating heart conditions."

He continued, "Many patients who were deemed untreatable by doctors improved significantly after using HeartEase. Although Old Mrs. Griffith’s illness isn’t purely a heart disease, this medicine could potentially help some. So, I was thinking of mixing HeartEase with a new medicine that I’m researching. Not sure if it would help her condition."

"Oh," Rosemary listened to him and simply said, "That stuff won’t work for Old Mrs. Griffith."

"Why not?" Mark asked, puzzled.

Sampson was equally confused. "I managed to get it last night."

"Oh, that’s just leftover scraps from making HeartEase. It won’t significantly help. Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition is a bit complex. It requires multiple medications."

This revelation stunned everyone.

Mark stared at her incredulously. "Professor, are you the famous pharmacist, Ms. Aria?"

"Yes, that’s me."

Mark held his breath. So, it turned out he had bought her medicine last night.

Sampson was surprised, but his respect for the girl increased. He hadn’t expected her to be so versatile at such a young age—being Dr. Bell, Ms. Aria, skilled, and even good at rolling dice. She was extraordinary.

Rosemary asked casually, "How much did you spend on it last night?"

Sampson replied honestly, "Two million for a HeartEase pill, and half a million for a bottle of HeartRevive."

"You overpaid. Next time you can get a discount from me."