My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 68 Mila Woke Up

The girl should also be as brilliant as Sylvie was, and as proud and lovely as she was. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Before he met Sylvie, Kieran had never thought about what that girl would look like.

After he met Sylvie, Kieran felt that she satisfied all his imagination.

That was the kind of girl he had imagined.

Now Kieran was lying on Sylvie's pillow, which still carried her scent. The first time Kieran smelt her, it

seemed like he had been searching for it for so long that he couldn't help but get fascinated.

Kieran raised his hand to cover his scarlet eyes. He felt his throat was hot and fry, and his mind full of

Sylvie in a skin-color silk nightdress.

He was wearing the leather belt she had given him, and if she could hold it in her little pink young

hands...

Kieran got up quickly and went to the shower room for a cold shower.

Sylvie received a message from Kieran, "I just took a cold shower, and I miss you, miss you so much."

What was he doing?

Sylvie's beautiful face blushed.

Then Kieran sent another message, "Women are good at seducing men. I was almost driven crazy by

you."

Sylvie's heart softened.

Kieran sent another message, "Sylvie, I made a mistake. This is all my fault. Can I pick you up and

take you home?"

Sylvie was hesitating whether to reply when Linda, wearing a facial mask, walked over. "Sylvie, no

matter what he sends, don't reply to him. Leave him alone."

"Oh." Sylvie quickly dropped the phone.

"Sylvie, you can't give in on this matter. Yanis once saved his life, and there is the third thing that has

not finished, so Yanis will still pester him. You have to hold Kieran firmly in your hand the first time, and

let him solve the messy things himself, got it?"

Sylvie nodded quickly in agreement. "I just miss Grandma, even though she didn't let me go back."

Linda sat in front of the dressing table. "The old lady is smart, but the old lady really likes you, so it

increases good impression on Mr. Lowe."

Kieran didn't get reply from Sylvie. Tonight was another sleepless night.

"Kieran, come and have some water." the old lady pushed open the door and gave him a cup of water.

Kieran looked sadly at his grandmother. "Grandma, let's go pick up Sylvie now. If there is only me, she

won't come back. But if you go with me, she will definitely be back."

The old lady put down the and snorted, "I won't go with you."

"Grandma, you've changed!"

The old lady sighed. "Sylvie is not an ordinary girl. She has her own thoughts, and if she doesn't come

back willingly, she'll leave again."

"Sylvie's character was exactly the same as her mother's." The old lady thought in her mind.

"Kieran, do what you can to grab Sylvie's heart, or someone will steal Sylvie's heart from you."

Kieran tucked his healthy arms under his head and squinted his narrow eyes, "Sylvie is my mine. Who

dares to take her from me?"

The old lady laughed and walked away, muttering to herself, "Sylvie was not yours..."

The next morning, Sylvie got a great piece of news: Mila had woken up!

Sylvie rushed to the hospital. Mila lay in bed, still weak but with her eyes open.

"Mila, you've finally woken up. You've been in a long, long coma." Sylvie excitedly took Mila's hand.

Mila looked at Sylvie's face and said, "You've finally grown up, young lady. If Madam can see you, she

will be very happy to see you grow up."

"Mila, how did Mommy die? Did someone kill her?"

Sylvie couldn't wait to find out the truth. Although everything went well when she came back from the

countryside this time, all the clues about the events of those years had been lost. Some had died and

some fell into a coma, and she was only nine years old at that time, so she could hardly remember

anything.

Mila's pupils were suddenly enlarged with a look of fright. "He... is coming! He is coming!

He found... Madame! And Madam must die!"

"Mila, what are you talking about? Who is he?"

It was the first time Sylvie had ever seen Mila was in such horror. It was as if she had seen a demon

coming from hell.

Who was he?

Martin?

Or she? Josie?

Yanis?

Or someone she didn't know?

Mila's hands waved randomly in the midair for a long time before they dropped down. As she did so,

Mila's face became more tired. She looked at Sylvie, "Little lady, do you know Prima Research

Institute?"

Sylvie certainly knew about it. Prima Research Institute was the largest institute in H City.

When it came to traditional Chinese medicine, D City ranged the top to grasp the most advanced skills.

Its history was not long, and it only came into being 14 years ago. But it was growing by leaps and

bounds, and finally became the largest and most advanced institute of traditional Chinese medicine in

D City.

"Mila, did you refer the Prima Research Institute that dwarfs any other institutes in D City?" Sylvie

wasn't sure, because Mila wasn't supposed to have anything to do with that.

Mila snorted, her tired and weak eyes shining with light. "That is not worth mentioning."

Sylvie asked, "Mila, what are you talking about?"

"Lady, Madam has left a box to you. You must go get it."

Really? Mommy left her a box?

"Mila, where's the box? I'll get it right now."

"In the Prima Research Institute."

"What?"

Mila took Sylvie's hand, "Lady, Prima Research Institute was set up by your mother. When Madam

came to SJ City, she felt bored and established the Prima Research Institute."

Sylvie was shocked to hear the news. The founder of Prima Research Institute was... her Mom?

Mommy set up Prima Research Institute because... she was too boring?

"Young lady, if you want to get back the box left by Madam, you have to go into Prima Research

Institute. It's all your mommy's, and it's yours."

Sylvie was taken aback, unable to digest the message. "Mila, what... What happened to Grandpa?"

"Kasper Shaw?"

Sylvie did not expect Mila to call her grandfather by name. Then she heard Mila continue, "Kasper was

Madam's housekeeper."