The Matriarch's expression faltered. She stole a glance at Seraphina Ashworth, her face tinged with embarrassment.
After the ointment was applied, the Matriarch felt a distinct coolness on her neck, but it was very comfortable.
"Seraphina, do you have medical knowledge?" the Patriarch asked, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at Seraphina Ashworth. 'Just what other skills is this girl hiding? Her Martial Arts are already so incredible!'
Seraphina Ashworth put down her bowl and gave a slight nod, admitting it.
'So it's true!' The Patriarch's eyes glinted. "Seraphina, in that case, can you examine Damian's grandmother?"
At his words, both Rosalind Reginald and Albert were delighted. Several years ago, the Matriarch had contracted a very strange illness. She often couldn't sleep through the night and would sometimes suffer from angina. Periodically, her limbs would ache so much she could barely get out of bed.
