From Mother's Keeper

"Mr. Dupont, you're being too modest. The external manifestations of these two diseases are extremely similar. Not to mention medical students, even experts with decades of medical experience wouldn't dare to make a judgment just by a glance."

"I see. Well, I understand." Luc Dupont hung up the phone.

On the other side of the city, Claire asked Jocelyn to drive the car to an alley entrance.

"Stop here. Wait for me for half an hour."

Jocelyn nodded without hesitation. "Okay, Young Mistress. I'll move the car to the roadside and wait for you."

"Alright."

Claire nodded in satisfaction, got out of the car, and walked about 500 meters along the alley. She turned a corner, and there was a dilapidated staircase in front of her.

She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

A man in his forties, neatly dressed, opened the door. "Claire, how did you find this place? Come in quickly."

Claire entered the room. Although the room was small, all kinds of items were neatly arranged in categories.

Claire sat on the old sofa, and her heart suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

David Leclerc was once Amélie Wentworth's assistant.

However, after Amélie Wentworth passed away, he was pushed to a small department by Antoine Wentworth.

His income dropped significantly, and there was no hope of promotion. His wife couldn't stand such a life, divorced him, and took their son to Australia.

The reason he ended up like this was because of the will in his hand.

According to the agreement between him and Amélie Wentworth, he had to wait until Claire grew up and got married before handing the will over to her.

For this promise, he sacrificed his family.

And what about her?

In her previous life, in order not to marry Alexandre Montfort, she gave up the inheritance.

All his ten - plus years of perseverance came to nothing. In the end, Antoine Wentworth framed him and sent him to prison as a scapegoat.

Claire felt deeply guilty towards him.

David Leclerc poured her a glass of water, sat down opposite her, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Claire adjusted her emotions and said with a smile, "Uncle David, I'm married. Here is my marriage certificate."

David Leclerc was taken aback. He took the marriage certificate she handed over and opened it to take a look.

"So, you came to me today to get the will?"

"Yes, but not entirely. I want to take the will, and I also hope you, Uncle David, to leave Suncrest City. The farther, the better."

David Leclerc stared at her and fell silent.

"Uncle David, if Antoine Wentworth knows that I've seen the will, you'll be retaliated against by him. I can't protect you yet, so you must leave! The farther, the better." Claire's attitude was firm.

Since she had implicated him in her previous life, in this life, no matter what, she hoped he could have a good ending.

Unexpectedly, David Leclerc's expression suddenly became serious.

"Then don't let him know! Claire, if I leave, no one will be able to help you."

Claire shook her head. "I'm not afraid of not having anyone to help me. I'm afraid that if I keep you here, I'll harm you. How could I face my mother then?"

David Leclerc gave her a deep look, then turned and went into another room. He took out the will and handed it to her.

Just as Claire had expected, in the will, her mother had listed all her assets in detail, clearly designating Claire Wentworth as the only heir, and only her.

Even Antoine Wentworth only had the right to manage, not the ownership!

"I told Antoine Wentworth that I saved the will in the computer. If something happens to me, the will will be immediately released through the Internet."

"So over the years, at most, he could only push me aside, but he didn't dare to really do anything to me."

Claire was silent for a moment. Although Antoine Wentworth didn't do anything directly to him, he still caused the breakdown of his family.

"Claire, according to the agreement between me and your mother, from the moment the will is in your hands, I'm no longer an employee of Amanda Fashion Group. I'll be your personal assistant, Claire Wentworth's alone."

"What?"

Claire was astonished. What did it mean to be only her personal assistant?

"What I promised your mother, I will definitely do. Fortunately, you, girl, didn't let me wait in vain."

Claire stared at him blankly.

So in her previous life, the reason he ended up like that was because she gave up the inheritance, so he couldn't assume the position of personal assistant?

For a moment, Claire didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry. I have the ability to protect myself. Whatever you want to do next, just tell me."

Claire thought for a moment and said, "I'm looking for a person named Gaston Leroux. He's a highly skilled doctor. I don't know where he works, but I'm sure he's in Suncrest City."

"I'll look for him." David Leclerc replied immediately.

Claire nodded. "Okay, let me see your phone."

Without asking any questions, David Leclerc handed her his phone.

Claire quickly installed an anti - monitoring program on David Leclerc's phone and instructed, "From now on, only use this phone to contact me."

"Don't act rashly with your people in the group. Wait for my news."

"Okay."

David Leclerc nodded, his eyes filled with relief.

At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of Amélie Wentworth. That brilliant woman was also decisive in doing things.

They were truly mother and daughter!

...

Claire almost returned to The Montfort family's villa right on time for the meal.

She went upstairs, put away her things, washed up, changed into a new set of clothes, and then went downstairs.

Alexandre Montfort was already sitting at the dining table.

Claire immediately put on a proper smile. "How was your morning, Young Master Montfort?"

Alexandre Montfort glanced at her and grunted, "Hmm."

Claire picked up the chopsticks and enthusiastically handed them to him.

"I had a good morning too. I went to GraceHeal Hall, bought some medicinal herbs, and saved an old lady."

Seeing that Alexandre Montfort didn't respond, Claire continued chatting like a chatterbox.

"The doctors in the clinic even argued with me, but I'm better than them, so everything turned out fine."

Claire smiled happily. Every word she said was praising her medical skills, and her eyes curved into two crescents.

Did she really want to treat him that much?

Alexandre Montfort suppressed the twitching of his lips, picked up a piece of lily with his chopsticks, and was about to put it into his mouth.

Suddenly, Claire's smile vanished.

"Wait a minute."

After saying that, she picked up the serving chopsticks, picked out a leaf from the stir - fried celery and lily, and turned to look at Butler Wilson.

"What is this?"

Butler Wilson stepped forward to take a look. "It looks like bay leaf. Young Mistress, please wait a moment. I'll call the chef."

"Young Mistress, this is a common seasoning. It makes the food more fragrant." The chef replied.

Claire frowned. "Look carefully. Is it really the same as the seasoning you usually use?"

The chef picked up the leaf with chopsticks, examined it carefully, and then nodded affirmatively. "Yes, Young Mistress. There's still a lot in the kitchen. I'll get it for you to see."

Soon, the chef brought this kind of leaf - like seasoning.

Claire picked up one piece and examined it carefully.

"If I'm not mistaken, this leaf is one of the raw materials for extracting catalysts. That is to say, when most things are mixed with it, more substances will be catalyzed. So when it is boiled with lilies, the colchicine in the lilies will be triggered."

"Ah?" The chef was taken aback. "What is colchicum? Is it a flower?"

"Colchicine!"

Claire stared intently into his eyes.

"This is a medicine. It can reduce inflammatory reactions and relieve pain. But it is mainly used for acute gout and has no effect on general pain, inflammation, and chronic gout."

"Young Master Montfort's paralysis is not caused by gout, so colchicine is a poison to him!"

"What!"