Talented Heiress A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 744

Yvette wiped the sweat from her forehead. This acupuncture method was very taxing on her.

She asked Horace lazily, "You want to know how I did it?"

Horace nodded vigorously, face full of eagerness. "Of course!"

A wicked look flashed across Yvette's eyes as she replied unhurriedly, "I'm not telling you."

"You—" Horace's words stuck in his throat, angry but unable to do anything about her.

"All of you, get out! I have something to say to this lady in private!" Jordan finally recovered from his joy and sent everyone away.

Horace followed the rest of the people out despite his unwillingness, as he couldn't simply disobey the president's orders.

After everything left, Jordan bowed solemnly to Yvette. When he spoke, his voice was full of apology.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Miracle Healer. I treated you in such an offensive manner before because I was worried about Evelynn. I hope you can forgive me this time!"

Seeing as Jordan's apology was sincere and he evidently cared deeply for his daughter, Yvette decided not to hold it against him.

"You really are exactly as the rumors describe, capable of healing all ailments, Ms. Miracle Healer. You're my daughter's savior, and by extension, also my savior. Please feel free to tell me if you have any need for me in the future!"

Now this was a promise Yvette really liked. She replied without any reservation whatsoever, "Don't worry, I'll let you know if I have need of you!"

Jordan nodded repeatedly. "Of course, of course! You saved Evelynn, Ms. Miracle Healer, so I'm willing to do anything you ask of me!"

"I never gave up on looking for her throughout the years, until I finally found her again in the slums two years ago. It was a couple in the slums working as cremators who found her.

"They came across her at a mass grave. When they saw that she was still breathing, they couldn't bear to leave her, so they brought her back to the slums instead.

"They realized something was wrong with her after bringing her back to the slums. She would fall unconscious for long periods of time, and she would be in incredible pain when she woke up.

"Her condition continued to worsen until I received word of it and brought her back to the Gray House, my residence where generations of presidents before me have also lived. I then gathered famous doctors from all over the world, yet none of them could cure Evelynn!"

As she listened to Jordan finish telling his story with a pained look on his face, Yvette couldn't help but glance at the sickly, thin girl lying on the bed.

They had been through similar experiences. Evelynn had also been stolen away from her family when she was young. Yvette felt as if she was looking in a mirror.