“That’s good to hear!” Benjamin and Ethan both nodded in agreement.

They trusted Abel’s character, and one thing about him was that he never allowed any young women to be around him except for his family.

This one trait alone had defeated countless men.

However, Benjamin still let out a soft sigh.

After four years of watching over Emmeline, she still didn’t belong to him.

The three men returned to the private room just as the food was being served.

Grace opened the birthday cake that Benjamin had bought and placed candles on it.

“Happy birthday, Skylar.”

“Make a wish quickly,” the four youngsters cheered.

Skylar closed his eyes and made a wish as he blew out the candles in one breath.

With her wish made, the candle flames flickered and died.

“Skylar, what did you wish for?” Timothy asked.

Helios, Endymion, and Hesperus urged her on, “Come on, tell us all about it.”

“A wish can’t be revealed, hahaha,” Skylar laughed happily.

“Well, then give us the cake,” the four youngsters said eagerly.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Grace said as she began to cut the cake.

And so began a joyous birthday feast.

…

Adrien left the Imperial Palace and went home to take a nap. When the alcohol wore off, he got up and took a hot shower. Feeling refreshed, he put on his suit and brought five doses of “Regret Medicine” to the hospital to see his mother.

As soon as Julianna saw her son, she burst into tears, which made Adrien’s eyes feel watery too. He regretted not coming to accompany his mother two days earlier.

Julianna took her son’s hand and sobbed, “It’s been days since your father came to see me, and your brother hasn’t shown up either. I’ve been so sad.”

Adrien patted his mother’s hand and said, “You still have me. From now on, I won’t lead a dissolute life anymore. I will take good care of you until you get better.”

“But my illness, the doctor said it will stay with me. I’m scared,” Julianna said.

“Don’t worry,” Adrien said. “I brought you some regret medicine, it will make you feel better.”

“Regret medicine? What do I regret?” Julianna asked.

“Oh, no, no,” Adrien said quickly. “I misspoke. It’s a secret family recipe that can cure heart disease.”

“Where did you get this secret family recipe? The Ryker family doesn’t have a history of medicine,” Julianna said skeptically.

“Nevermind that, Mom,” Adrien said. “Just trust me and take the medicine. You’ll feel better soon.”

“But is this folk remedy reliable?” Julianna still wasn’t convinced.

“I think it is,” Adrien replied. “If you’re still hesitant, we can ask the hospital director to confirm it.”

“If that’s the case, you’d better ask Dr. Carter to come over,” Julianna said. “My life is precious, you know.”

Adrien promptly notified the attending physician and called for Dr. Carter.

In about ten minutes, Dr. Carter rushed over.

“Madam Julianna, Mr. Adrien.”

“Hmm,” Julianna said with a stern expression. “My son brought me a secret family recipe for treating heart disease. Can you take a look at it for me?”

Adrien handed over several prepared doses of medicine to Dr. Carter.

Upon opening and examining them, Dr. Carter furrowed his brow and then remarked, “Wow, this is an amazing concoction. I’ve been studying medicine for half a lifetime, and I’ve never come across this combination before.”

“What are you trying to say?” Julianna asked. “Just tell me if the medicine is usable.”

“It is. Absolutely,” Dr. Carter replied. “This recipe was formulated by a master, and it will undoubtedly have a tremendous effect on Madam Julianna’s condition.”

“Of course,” Adrien said proudly. “I knew it was reliable.”

“Son, who are you talking about?” Julianna asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” Adrien said. “I’ve instructed the nurse to prepare the medicine, and you’ll drink it shortly. Your illness will be cured!”

“Mr. Adrien,” Dr. Carter said respectfully, “May I meet the master who gave you this prescription? I would like to learn from her.”

“Sorry, she’s already passed away,” Adrien said. “You can’t seek guidance from her anymore.”

“Oh, what a pity,” Dr. Carter said, shaking his head. “A master, a divine healer, why did she have to pass away?”

“I told you it’s an ancestral prescription,” Adrien said, annoyed. “Why do you keep hoping that she’s still alive?”