Chapter 77: Waiting to Inherit the Fortune

She sighed softly and said, "What a pity." "What's wrong?" Davon asked curiously with an expressionless face. "It's just that I don't know anything about medicine. When my grandfather was treating Master Iker, I could only hand him tools while standing by his side." Cheyenne played with her delicate and fair hands, crossing her fingers as she looked at him with a pair of bright and adorable almond-shaped eyes. "Yesterday when the medicine was delivered, my grandfather told me that Master Iker's condition wasn't good. Maybe..." she hesitated to speak. "What is it? Miss Lawrence, please save my brother," Davon said excitedly as he placed his big hand on Cheyenne's arm. Through the thin layer of fabric, he felt her warmth. Her soft arms were like cotton candy and made him want to squeeze them hard. "Master Davon, don't get too excited. My grandfather said, there is no cure for your brother's disease and he can only maintain his life by taking the medicine," Cheyenne explained calml