Chapter 155

The next morning, Dustin was awakened by a knock on his door. He opened it to find Hunter standing there.

“Mr. Anderson, what brings you here so early?” Dustin yawned.

“Good news, Mr. Rhys!” Hunter exclaimed excitedly. “The rare herb you’re looking for, the Gozoraberry, I know where we can find it!”

“Gozoraberry? Are you sure?” Dustin’s interest was piqued. The Gozoraberry was rare and hard to come by, invaluable like all rare herbs. If he could obtain it, he would only need three more precious herbs to make the Longevitum!

“Of course, I’m sure! The Gozoraberry used to be a treasure from Stoneray Valley, but recently someone bought it at an exorbitant price. That person is staying at Fallridge Haven!” Hunter nodded.

“Oh? Who is it?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“It’s Caden Murray!” Hunter said.

“Caden Murray? What does he need the Gozoraberry for?” Dustin’s eyes narrowed. He’d never met Caden, but he had some past connections with the Murrays.

“I heard his daughter has some sort of disease, and he needs the Gozoraberry to cure her.”

“His daughter… Is it Sheila Murray?”

“Oh, you know Miss Murray?” Hunter was surprised.

“I guess so. I just met her yesterday,” Dustin nodded.

“Mr. Rhys, how do you think we should proceed?” Hunter inquired.

“I absolutely need the Gozoraberry. I guess we have no choice but to go to Fallridge Haven today!” Without delay, Dustin prepared himself and got into Hunter’s car. The Gozoraberry was crucial to him; such precious herbs were usually hard to find. If he missed this opportunity, he knew he might never find another. He had to act immediately.

Thirty minutes later, Dustin found himself in a lounge at Fallridge Haven. Caden Murray sat in the middle of the lounge, looking down his nose at Dustin and Hunter. Having long held a position of power, he exuded an intangible air of authority. Even Hunter, who had been through much, felt inferior.

The Murrays were a family with a military background. Caden’s father, Christopher Murray, was a general who had fought in numerous battles and had many meritorious achievements. As his firstborn son, Caden was also a high-ranking and influential military officer.

“Mr. Anderson, what is the purpose of your visit?” Caden asked.

“Mr. Caden, to be honest, we’re here for the Gozoraberry,” Hunter said bluntly.

“The Gozoraberry? Mr. Anderson, you seem well-informed. But I have a use for it, so I’m afraid I can’t help you,” Caden said, lifting his gaze.

“If you plan to use the Gozoraberry to cure your daughter, it wouldn’t be necessary. It’s merely a temporary remedy and won’t completely cure her. It wouldn’t be much help,” Dustin stated bluntly.

“What? And who might you be? It’s not your turn to speak,” Caden glowered.

“Mr. Murray, this is Dustin Rhys, a friend of mine. He saved your daughter yesterday,” Hunter quickly explained.

“Oh, so you were the one who helped Sheila yesterday?” Caden’s expression softened.

“Name your price. Money? Goods?” Caden assumed Dustin was seeking compensation. The Murrays had money to spare, so it wasn’t a major concern.

“I want the Gozoraberry,” Dustin said directly.

Caden frowned. “Young man, if it were riches or jewelry, I’d agree in a heartbeat, but the Gozoraberry is something I cannot give you. I need it to cure my daughter!”

“I just told you the Gozoraberry won’t cure Sheila. However, I can,” Dustin promised.

“You can cure her? And why should I trust you?” Dustin was starting to annoy Caden. This young man seemed to think he could do as he pleased, just because he’d saved his daughter once.

“Has your daughter suffered from chills since she was young, and does she get a severe viral infection every month or so?”

“So what if she does?” Caden raised his eyebrows.

“That’s because Sheila has Polarfrost. Over the years, a venom called Havaska has formed in her body, and it can only be temporarily suppressed by medication. That won’t eradicate the disease. To do so, we need a different approach, improving her circulation and raising her metabolism,” Dustin explained.

“Hah! Utter rubbish! Polarfrost? That sounds ridiculous, and I’ve never heard of it!” Caden roared, upset.

“It doesn’t matter that you haven’t heard of it. Let me meet Sheila, and I can prove my point,” Dustin requested.

“That’s unnecessary. I can handle my daughter’s situation myself. I don’t need help. Please leave,” Caden ordered. It was absurd for a stranger to claim he could cure his daughter of a disease that had plagued her for over twenty years, a disease even the nation's top medical experts couldn't treat. What made this young man think he could eradicate it?

“Mr. Murray, it would not benefit Sheila to wait any longer. I hope you’ll consider my proposition,” Dustin reminded him.

“Get out!” Caden slammed his fist on the table, enraged.

“Since you don’t trust me, I’ll be leaving. I have a pill here. Give this to Sheila when the virus attacks again. It will keep her safe for now.” Dustin took out a red pill and placed it on the table before leaving. He knew he couldn’t change Caden’s mind; a person of his status wouldn't easily trust a stranger.

“Mr. Murray, Mr. Rhys isn’t an ordinary person. I wish you all the best.” With a nod, Hunter also left.

“Hmph! They have no idea what they’re talking about!” Caden expressed disdain. How dare this insolent young man speak to him like that!

“Caden, who were those two gentlemen?” Lily Doyle emerged from behind.

“Nobody. Just two annoying rascals not worth our time,” Caden answered dismissively.

“Can this pill really cure Sheila?” Lily picked up the red pill and examined it. She’d heard Dustin’s claims and was curious.

“Hah! That’s rubbish. Just throw it away,” Caden dismissed it with a wave of his hand. He refused to believe a single pill could save anyone.

As they spoke, a house staff member rushed in, exclaiming, “Sir, Ma’am, come quickly! It’s Miss Sheila! She just fainted!”