She didn’t want Odalys running around.

“Okay. I’ll listen to you,” Odalys’s heart was warm. She could feel who was truly good to her.

Sienna took her hand and walked toward the elevator, talking to her as they went.

Percival followed behind, watching her being pulled along by Sienna, he wisely kept quiet.

Odalys was taken to the VIP ward where the table was filled with delicacies.

“I just heard from Stellan that you only ate a little barbecue, so I got you something to eat,” Sienna said, opening the lid. It was all Odalys’s favourite food.

Odalys never told Sienna what she liked to eat, but Sienna had observed her diet and quickly knew what she wanted to eat.

Odalys’s lips moved, and her eyes instantly turned red.

“Well, I’ll have some cereal,” Odalys said.

Upon hearing that, Sienna immediately filled half a bowl of seafood cereal for her and said, “Have some first and see how it tastes. If you don’t like it, you’ll eat something else.”

D’angelo came over after hearing the noise.

“Odalys, here you are,” D’angelo didn’t put on any airs of being a president. He came over in his hospital gown.

Putting the newspaper in his hand aside and watching Odalys eat her cereal. The indulgence in his eyes was almost unconcealable. Ever since Sienna had the idea of recognizing Odalys as their goddaughter, the more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

Odayls was “forced” to eat a lot of food. It was not until she was almost full that Sienna stopped picking up food for her.

“Where is the medicine? Let me see it,” Odalys said.

Orson hurriedly handed over the medicine and said, “This is the first pill.”

Odalys took the medicine, put it under her nose, and sniffed it gently. A strong medicinal smell wafted into her nostrils. She handed the medicine to D’angelo and said, “It seems that Orson put his heart into it. The medicine is just right.”

Sometimes, even if one had the prescription, one might not be able to make the medicine.

After all, there were many things to pay attention to, such as heat, temperature and dosage. It was impossible to succeed at once, so repeated operations were required.

It might not be successful even after hundreds or thousands of failures.

Orson was able to make the medicine in half a month, which was impressive.

“You flatter me, Odalys,” Orson said lightly but was bursting with joy.

He couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips, standing there unnaturally squeezing his cell phone. His charming eyes were fixed on D’angelo, watching him swallow the medicine.

Everyone held their breath. After D’angelo took the medicine, he felt warm all over as if a force was holding him up. The next second, his face suddenly changed.

“Honey, how are you feeling?” Sienna was startled. She hurried forward to support D’angelo and hound his body tense. The next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was stunned. They didn’t expect Dangelo to vomit blood immediately after taking the medicine.

Everyone panicked instantly, Sienna held D’angelo’s body, continuously wiping the corners of his mouth with tissues, but the blood kept oozing out no matter how hard she tried to wipe it away.

“How could he vomit blood? There must be nothing wrong with the prescription. Even if it doesn’t work, he can’t vomit blood,” Orson said urgently.

He had concocted the medicine himself, and he could guarantee there was nothing wrong with it.

Orson thought, ‘What’s wrong? Why did D’angelo suddenly vomit blood after taking the medicine?’

“Odalys, don’t be afraid. Nothing will happen. There must be nothing wrong with the medicine. Maybe it’s because his health is so poor,” Sienna panicked but didn’t forget to turn and comfort Odalys.

After all, it was Odalys who gave the prescription, and it was Orson who concocted the medicine.

They couldn’t join hands to harm the Drake family. D’angelo was the one who was driving the wealthy families to invest together. If something happened to D’angelo, those wealthy families would be in chaos.

Moreover, she trusted Odalys.

“Let me see,” Odalys was also startled. Her heart was heavy. She reached out and placed her hand on D’angelo’s pulse.

Percival on the other hand, looked up and glanced outside. He strode forward and opened the ward door.

“Who’s there?” Percival asked coldly.

Sure enough, a figure darted out from the shadows and ran toward the stairwell.

Upon seeing that, Orson walked out quickly.

The bodyguards looked at the empty corridor, not expecting Percival’s words would expose the presence of someone secretly peeking outside. They hurriedly gave chase.

With a single phone call from Orson, all stairwells were blocked. All the doctors and nurses came out and stood in the corridors.

They also made sure all patients entered their wards. Apart from doctors and nurses, there were no other idle people in the corridors. Their speed was even more professional than that of the bodyguards.

After all, they were all trained by the Lark family. Like ordinary doctors and nurses, their job was to treat patients, but their skills were equally impressive.

Even if they weren’t nurses and doctors, they would make formidable bodyguards or secret guards.

It was the special training of the Lark family.

It was true that the Lark family was a medical family, but it had always been bound to the Stewart family. The two families have always been inseparable. The Lark family couldn’t survive to this day solely on medical skills.

The entire hospital was filled with an eerie feeling.

It was quiet in the corridors, and the faint sound of running footsteps could be heard echoing in the stairwells.

Oliver panicked. The door of the stairwell was locked. He stared blankly at the door. Then he turned and pushed open the door, running down the hallway.

He found many doctors and nurses standing in the corridor, but there was not a single patient or family member visiting. These medical professionals were just standing there, looking down at their medical records. They heard the commotion and looked up briefly without saying a word.

“Damn. It is creepy,” Oliver cursed under his breath.

Oliver thought these nurses and doctors were looking at him strangely. Clutching his chest, he gritted his teeth and walked forward with difficulty.

As he stood in the middle of the corridor, a figure emerged from the front.

“Oliver, why are you here in the VIP ward instead of treating your illness?” Orson asked lightly with a hint of cynicism. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Oliver with a playful smile.

Oliver’s lips moved slightly. Upon seeing Orson walking toward him, his face darkened. He stared at Orson and then at the serious looking doctors and nurses.

Only then did he realise the ambulance had taken him to the Lark family’s hospital.

“Mr. Lark,” Oliver said calmly.

Oliver had lost his former glory and appeared rather disheveled and haggard. His injuries were severe. He clutched his chest and he took a few steps forward. Meeting Orson’s gaze, he said, “Your forehead is darkened, a clear sign of misfortune. Have you recently encountered someone from the Magic Sect who might have cursed you?”

Orson stood there silently.

Oliver’s heart was in his throat, wondering what Orson meant by staring at him like that.