Chapter 41

Heather knew that if she didn't act now, it would truly be too late! Gritting her teeth, Heather turned and drove a needle straight into Elijah's wrist. "What are you doing? Are you insane?" Harold roared as he lunged toward her. Heather immediately raised the empty bottle in her hand. "Your father is suffering from a cold-type condition. This bottle contained 13 precious medicinal ingredients—mercyroot, suncrest bark, highland vitalis… Do I need to go on?" The moment Heather accurately identified both Elijah's condition and the medicine he'd been taking, Harold froze. He looked again at Elijah—the bluish purple discoloration on his face was already easing, color slowly returning. Harold hurriedly bowed in apology. "I'm sorry, Dr. Lovegood. Just tell me what to do. I'll follow your instructions exactly." "Bring hot water. Everyone, step back. Mr. Brooke Senior needs fresh air!" Heather pulled out more silver needles, issuing instructions as she focused completely on the treat