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Chapter 485
Chapter 485
Mr. Gilbert said, "The moment the box was opened, I smelled a scent of medicinal herbs, but I couldn't
identify which herb it was. However, just a whiff of this scent brings a sense of tranquility and clarity to
my mind. The things left behind by my master must be extremely rare in this world. Bella, your pulse is
already gone, so why not try taking this pill and see if it works?"
Arabella, like Mr. Gilbert, couldn't discern the specific herb used in the pill. It was probably an incredibly
rare and precious substance that even medical history books didn't record. Perhaps it could save her
life.
"Ms. Snyder, please take this pill quickly!" Alma couldn't help but urge.
Arabella raised her hand and placed the pill in her mouth.
Soon, Arabella closed her eyes and collapsed.
Alma was shocked. "Ms. Snyder!"
Mr. Gilbert quickly carried Arabella and placed her on a rattan chair. Then he felt her pulse, but there
were no signs of life in her pulse.
Was...she dead?
Mr. Gilbert trembled and took two steps back. He muttered in a daze, "How could this happen? How?"
"Ms. Snyder!" Alma reached out her finger and placed it under Arabella's nose. There was truly no
breath.
Alma collapsed to the ground all of a sudden. She couldn't believe that Ms. Snyder had passed away
just like that.
No, it couldn't be!
"Mr. Gilbert, please save Ms. Snyder quickly! Ms. Snyder wouldn't die so easily. There must be a way
to save her!" Alma pleaded, looking at Mr. Gilbert.
Mr. Gilbert was at a loss. He shook his head sorrowfully.
At that moment, Alma suddenly exclaimed, "Mr. Gilbert, look!"
Mr. Gilbert quickly looked up and saw the most shocking scene of his life.
Arabella was still lying on the rattan chair, but her pale face slowly regained its color, and her cold body
regained warmth. There was a shallow and gentle breath under her nose. She had gone from death to
life and was now resurrected!
Not only that, but at that very moment, she seemed to transform into a precious pearl, and her flawless
skin was radiating a delicate and ethereal aura. Her countenance became incredibly captivating,
exuding an otherworldly charm and unparalleled elegance.
"Mr. Gilbert... Mr. Gilbert, look at this!" Alma exclaimed in astonishment.
Arabella seemed to be peacefully asleep, but a beautiful flower slowly appeared beneath the delicate
fan bone on the lower right side. The flower was alluring and mysterious, captivating the soul with its
beauty.
Mr. Gilbert took two steps back. He had seen this flower before. His master, Helena, also had such a
flower beneath her fan bone. He had read about it in historical records. This flower was recorded in
ancient times and was known as the Queen Flower.
Mr. Gilbert looked at Arabella in horror, as if he didn't recognize her. Who... who was she?
...
Kenneth felt like he had just woken up from a long dream. He slowly opened his eyes and found
himself in a familiar place. He had returned to Floweret Garden, lying in his own bedroom.
He sat up and tried to remember what he had dreamed about, but he couldn't recall anything.
"Ken, you're awake. How do you feel?"
Kenneth glanced to the side, meeting the eyes of his beloved grandmother who had just arrived. In her
gaze, he found the tenderness and concern that only a grandmother could possess.
"Grandma, I'm fine. I feel especially energetic now."
Mrs. Sharon nodded, and her mind seemingly elsewhere as she murmured, "That's good, that's good."
"What's wrong, Grandma?" Kenneth noticed his grandmother's unusual state. Her eyes were red as if
she had just been crying.
The room was quiet, and Mrs. Sharon's face was not clearly visible, but her steps were unsteady, and
she seemed to have aged significantly. She approached and hugged Kenneth, saying, "Ken, come All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
here. If she were still here, she would give you a big hug."
Kenneth didn't understand. "Grandma, who are you talking about?"
Mrs. Sharon shook her head, and her eyes were suddenly moist. "Your father has come, Ken. It's time
for us to return to Faykarta."