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Chapter 13 The Real Treasure

“I thought they were just more patients,” Walton murmured.

Annelise paid it little mind, focused on sending a message to decline a consultation request. Recently, many people, even those from neighboring towns, had been seeking her out. It was natural for Walton to assume the group from Elmbrook County were patients, especially since her birth family was supposedly from there.

“Let’s head back, Mr. Foster. We shouldn’t keep Donnie’s group waiting.”

“Right away!” Walton nodded with a cheerful smile.

One didn’t elaborate, and the other didn’t press. A rather fortunate misunderstanding was born.

Outside Silverwood Heights, the Caldwell family was growing anxious.

The younger gentlemen, all with pressing work commitments, had been forced to return temporarily.

Antonio sat grim–faced in the luxury sedan with a Brookford license plate. “Didn’t you tell me Ana lives here? Why does everyone say they don’t know her?”

“I… I will investigate immediately, sir!” The portly manager, Jonathon Braun, wiped cold sweat from his brow. “The leads from Elmbrook County indicated the Whitman family mistakenly took in Ms. Ana. I’ve sent people to inquire. She may still be with them.

Antonio raised an eyebrow, his presence imposing. “Sent people?”

“I will go personally! Right now!” Jonathon shuddered and exited the vehicle.

Antonio coughed heavily, aggravated by frustration.

Years of longing for his granddaughter had weakened his health, and the trip to Elmbrook County had left him with a lung infection.

The physician traveling with him expressed concern. “Sir Caldwell, your condition cannot be delayed further. You must be hospitalized immediately. If you refuse to return to Brookford, we can begin treatment here in Criford. Mr. Braun can remain here to watch for news of Ms. Ana.”

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Antonio initially resisted, but when he developed a fever, the family driver didn’t hesitate. He immediately drove away from Silverwood Heights.

None of them noticed the young woman on the electric scooter who passed them in that very

moment.

“Annie! You’re finally back!”

Madge Murray, who sold fruit at the community entrance, was the first to approach as Annelise parked her scooter.

“Did Walton tell you? A suspicious–looking group was asking about you.”

The same man who was addressed as “Mr. Foster” outside their gates was merely “Walton” here, hinting at Madge’s significant status within the community.

Annelise didn’t dwell on that. She simply reached out, giving Madge an initial examination with a smile. “So that’s why Mr. Foster sought me out specifically. He rode that scooter all the way across town.”

“At least he knows his duty,” Madge said with a proud, approving glance at Walton, who beamed under the rare praise from the senior community members.

“Ms. Murray is right. It was my duty. Dr. Caldwell, please feel free to call on me,” Walton said, looking gratefully at Annelise.

Annelise responded with perfect courtesy, not refusing the offer. “I’ll trouble you then, Mr. Foster.”

This was how the community worked. Helping each other could strengthen bonds.

If Annelise had kept him at a distance out of politeness, Walton might have only helped her out of respect for the senior community members.

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