Chapter 96
Janet was left gaping as she listened to their conversation.
Her grandfather had always treated the Skyfresh Vine as a treasure, but he was now giving it to Frank for free? Was he not giving the kid too much credit here?
Still, afraid to say a thing, she turned to leave, hurrying off to bring Frank the vine.
Frank smiled as he nodded at Dan, surprised that he would get the Skyfresh Vine so easily. “Thank you very much, Mr. Zimmer.”
Puzzled, Dan asked, “I’m curious, Mr. Lawrence… What medicine would you make with the Skyfresh Vine?”
As a healer, he was certainly aware of the Skyfresh Vine’s properties.
“My ex–wife has a facial scar that I will treat with the Skyfresh Vine,” Frank explained.
“Wait, it can help with that?”
“Not the herb in itself, but it would work once it has been refined into medicine.”
“Oh!” Dan exclaimed in awe. “Your wisdom with medicine is truly inspiring.”
Frank then remembered something else and asked abruptly, “Mr. Zimmer, are you a friend of Henry Lane’s?”
Dan paused for a moment at the mention of Henry’s name and sighed. “We were comrades.”
“I see,” Frank said. “Actually, Helen is Henry’s granddaughter.”
“What? I see…” Dan was certainly shocked.
That left Frank a little curious. “Were you at odds with Henry?”
“Well, there was a little argument, but that’s in the past,” Dan said, shaking his head and not elaborating on the issue.
Frank could tell as much, so he did not ask–it was also not surprising that Henry did not ask for Dan even though he was sick.
Still, Frank remembered that Henry had asked Dan to get him a job despite their differences, and he felt more grateful to Henry for that.
Soon, Janet returned with the Skyfresh Vine.
Once Janet opened the box, Frank saw that it was a genuine treasure–the entire herb was flawlessly
clean.
Nodding in satisfaction, he said, “Thank you, Mr. Zimmer. Should you need assistance, just ask–I will do my best to help.”
That sent Dan on cloud nine. “You’re too generous, Mr. Lawrence. It’s an honor to make the acquaintance of a medicine man such as you.”
After some small talk, Frank quickly excused himself, since he still had a medicine to make.
Meanwhile, the air in Helen’s ward was gloomy as she kept herself hidden under her blankets, refusing to see anyone.
It hurt Gina to see that not only was she worried that her daughter would develop mental issues, but she was also concerned that Lane Holdings would go leaderless.
Sean had come to visit a few times but never returned after seeing Helen’s face.
It was certainly stressful that Gina’s dream for her daughter to become Mrs. Wesley was not crushed, and she went to the stairway for a cigarette.
“Got a light, babe?” A rich voice spoke from behind her just then.
Gina passed the person her lighter without looking, when the man exclaimed in surprise, “Gina?!”
Gina turned, her eyes widening in surprise.
The middle–aged man before her had a split mustache, square jaw and wore a suit–all of which accentuated his maturity.
“Greg?” Gina exclaimed–she was all too familiar with the man.
It was Greg Marsh, her high school classmate!
