The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451

By the time Athena belatedly realized something was amiss, it was already too late.

The very villagers Athena had once painstakingly healed not only stopped seeking her help, but now glared at her with undisguised hostility.

Some even returned the medicines they had taken from Athena. Their anger was plain to see as if they wanted nothing more to do with her.

One of the villagers shoved the medicines back at Athena and snapped, “We won’t take your medicine anymore. Have it back!”

Another villager sneered, “Exactly! She’s just using us as stepping stones. We’re not falling for your tricks.”

“So you’re that cast-off who ended up in the army camp. And I thought you were just being kind, but it turns out you just want to clean up your reputation.”

One villager bellowed furiously, “Four dollars for just this handful of herbs? You think my money grows on trees? Give it

back!”

Seething with indignation, the villagers turned against Athena one after another.

They even branded Athena as utterly worthless.

Upon seeing those returned medicinal herbs, Athena felt as if her heart were bleeding.

All the medicinal formulas she had painstakingly developed through countless sleepless nights to heal those people were now being ruthlessly trampled underfoot.

Athena hadn’t even covered her costs for those herbs. She just took a token payment.

A single packet of the medicine was worth over a hundred dollars.

Even so, she was still branded as an unscrupulous profiteer.

Athena thought in disbelief, ‘How could everything change so drastically in just one day?’

Trina couldn’t hold back her tears. “Miss Monson, they’re utterly shameless! When they were sick, they called you a miracle healer, but now that they’re almost cured. They bite the hand that fed them!”

While others had no idea how much Athena had struggled, Trina knew it all too well.

Athena pulled an all-nighter perfecting these medicinal formulas.

Getting by on just four to six hours of sleep each day, Athena would immediately throw herself into endless patient consultations.

Even with her students helping, Athena was utterly overwhelmed by the flood of patients.

Those prescriptions contained two key ingredients called Mugwort and Boneset, which were no longer available in the capital.

The number of villagers coming to return their medicine kept growing.

“Give us our money back now! Refund!”

Despite Trina’s and her students’ desperate pleas, villagers kept coming in droves to return their medicine.

Just then, a woman’s crisp, commanding voice cut through the air. “You accuse Athena of making blood money? Let me tell you, the real black-hearted ones here are you.”

The crowd turned in surprise toward the source of the voice, only to see a stunningly elegant, exquisitely dressed noblewoman approaching with graceful steps.

Someone recognized the woman and gasped in alarm, eyes wide with fear. “That’s… That’s Lady Fiona. Lord Nicolas’s wife!”

Fiona Monson strode forward, flanked by over a dozen attendants in two neat rows, with several maids and matrons in tow.

In her hands, she held a counting board. She casually took a packet of herbs from one of the villagers, then she rapidly calculated on the counting board.

Fiona said, “Ephedra, 15grams-100 dollars; Mugwort, 15grams-100 dollars; Valerian,10grams-80dollars; Mullein, 5grams -35dollars.

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