Master of Lust-Chapter 211: Old Matriarch will cure Emily

Chapter - 211

"And before you ask any more questions, the old grand-mother is here to have a look at Emily," Rick continued, before anyone could interrupt him again, "And possibly cure her as well." freewēbnoveℓ.com

"She can?" Both Olivia and Rick's father cried out together.

"I will?" On the other hand, the old matriarch was surprised as well. She didn't she was in the room for that.

"Oh, don't play modest. Didn't you say that you can..." Rick smiled looking at the old lady and then leaned forward to whisper in her ears, "Now don't be a liability, old lady."

"Prove your worth."

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Rick made his announcement, dropping the bombshell that the Old Lady was actually there to treat Emily. The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, their faces a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Rick's father, breaking the uneasy silence, voiced his skepticism with a furrowed brow. "Hold on a second, are you saying she's here to treat Emily?" His confusion was palpable, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Rick's grin only widened at his father's incredulity. "Yep, you got it, old man. That's exactly what I am saying," he replied, his voice dripping with a playful arrogance that bordered on cockiness.

Olivia, joining the conversation, mirrored her father's skepticism with her own furrowed brow. "So let me get this straight," she began, her tone reflecting her uncertainty, "You are telling us that Mrs... uh, Eleanor, here is actually here to treat Emily?" Discover hidden tales at novelbuddy.com

"But I thought Mrs. BloodThrone was just here as a friend... I mean, I didn't realize she had any medical expertise," Olivia continued, her voice a mix of concern and accusation as she glanced at the old matriarch, her hands trembling.

Even the Old Matriarch, who had been observing the unfolding scene with her usual air of detached elegance, couldn't hide her surprise. Arching an eyebrow, she turned her piercing gaze towards Rick, her expression silently demanding an explanation. "Neither did I know that," she added, her words carrying a subtle undercurrent of skepticism.

Rick, ever the master of deception, flashed a grin in response to the barrage of questions. "Yep, it's true alright," he confirmed, nodding emphatically. "The Old Lady here is a master healer, specializes in ancient medicine and herbals and all that jazz. She's gonna work her magic on Emily and have her up and about in no time!"

"She's got more tricks up her sleeve than you'd believe," he boasted, his words dripping with exaggeration.

"Is that so?" Even the Old Matriarch could not herself, her voice cool and composed, yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"Absolutely," he declared, his tone brimming with confidence, Just look at those hands, that face, the wrinkles. Don't you see centuries of experience in this old Lady? Let me tell you she just does not look old. She is old, and no need for you to guess her age. You will all be surprised."

As he spoke, Rick launched into an elaborate spiel, spinning a web of lies so intricate that even the Old Matriarch herself looked taken aback. But despite her surprise, she remained silent, allowing Rick to continue his charade.

"Yeah, she's like the Yoda of medicine, you know?" Rick continued, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. "I heard she once cured a guy who had been bedridden for years with just a sprig of thyme and a pinch of sage. And don't even get me started on her acupuncture skills – she could put a porcupine to shame with all those needles!"

Rick's father exchanged a puzzled glance with Olivia, both clearly skeptical of Rick's claims. But Rick was on a roll, his cheeks flushed with excitement as he regaled them with tales of the Old Matriarch's legendary healing prowess.

"And get this," Rick exclaimed, his voice rising with each passing word, "she's so in tune with nature that she can communicate with plants! I saw her talking to a fern once, swear to God. Next thing you know, it's producing twice as many fronds as before!"

The room fell silent as Rick's words hung in the air, the absurdity of his claims leaving everyone speechless. Even the Old Matriarch couldn't hide her astonishment at Rick's audacity, her eyes widening in disbelief.

But as Rick's story grew more outlandish with each passing moment, the Old Matriarch's expression darkened, a flicker of concern crossing her features. That was just too much bullshit flowing around. Still, she remained silent, unwilling to interrupt Rick's performance.

"I think that is enough," The Old Matriarch Finally whispered for Rick to stop. Even she was starting to blush.

But despite the incredulity of his audience, Rick remained unfazed, his grin widening as he basked in the attention. "So yeah," he concluded, his voice laced with pride, "the Old Lady here is gonna work her magic on Emily, and before you know it, she'll be back on her feet, good as new!"

As he spoke, the room fell silent, the other occupants hanging on his every word. Even Olivia and Rick's father seemed momentarily captivated by his tale, their skepticism momentarily forgotten in the face of Rick's infectious enthusiasm.

As the group digested Rick's outlandish claims, the room descended into a chorus of murmurs and whispers. Rick's father and Olivia exchanged a knowing glance, both clearly unconvinced by Rick's tall tales.

But amidst the skepticism and disbelief, there was a glimmer of hope – hope that perhaps, just perhaps, the Old Matriarch held the key to Emily's recovery. And as they turned their attention back to Rick, who was still grinning like the cat that got the cream, they couldn't help but wonder if there was a kernel of truth hidden beneath his wild exaggerations.

As Olivia took a tentative step forward, her trembling hand reached out to grasp the Old Matriarch's, her gaze filled with a potent mix of emotions—hope, concern, and determination. "Well then," she began, her voice quivering with emotion.

"Please... I beg you. Save my daughter. She's everything to me. I can't bear the thought of losing her," Olivia's voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes as she clung desperately to the glimmer of hope that had just presented itself.

And this gesture from Olivia took the old Matriarch by surprise. She wanted to pull back her hands, but Olivia had held her hands tight. She could have used some force, but with Rick being there, she did not want to do it. So all she could do was give in.

"I suppose we should waste no time in getting started. Emily's health is of the utmost importance, after all." The Old Matriarch spoke as she turned her face away from Olivia with an irk and looked at Rick hoping to get some help.

"I think we should let the old lady prepare," Rick didn't want to, but he thought no need to anger the old lady anymore. She might just end up popping some heads. So he pulled Olivia gently away from the Old Matriarch.

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"So, uh, Mrs. BloodThrone," Rick started, falling into step beside the Old Matriarch as they made their way down the hospital corridor. "You sure you can handle this? I mean, I know I may have exaggerated a bit back there, but..."

The Old Matriarch cut him off with a small, knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just a bit?" She arched an eyebrow, teasingly.

Rick chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Okay, maybe a tad more than a bit. But hey, you're an ancient Vampire, right? Surely you've got a few tricks up your sleeve." He flashed her a grin, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

The Old Matriarch met his gaze briefly, her expression unreadable, before averting her eyes. "Rest assured, young Rick," she replied smoothly, her voice calm and reassuring. "While I may not be an expert in ancient medicine, I have skills of my own that may come in handy."

Rick's eyebrow arched in curiosity, his interest thoroughly piqued. "Oh yeah? Like what?" he prodded, unable to contain his eagerness for more details.

The Old Matriarch chuckled softly, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes. "Let's just say I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that might surprise you," she replied with a mysterious smile.

"But remember, young man," she added, her tone turning slightly more serious, "you need to hold up your end of the bargain too."

Before Rick could delve deeper into her cryptic words, they reached Emily's room. Peering through the glass door, Rick's heart sank at the sight of Emily lying still in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines and monitors, a stark reminder of her fragile condition.

Rick's heart clenched painfully at the sight before him, a heavy wave of guilt crashing over him like a tidal wave. He realized in that moment how he had been so absorbed in his own dramas that he had almost forgotten the true purpose of their visit.

Summoning his resolve, Rick pushed open the door and entered the room, the Old Matriarch trailing close behind. As they drew nearer to Emily's bedside, Rick couldn't help but notice the frailty of her appearance—the ghostly pallor of her skin, the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She seemed so delicate, surrounded by the sterile hospital equipment.

The Old Matriarch's features softened as she gazed down at Emily, a hint of empathy flickering in her eyes. Despite their differences, the girl lying before her reminded her of her own grand-daughter. Emily lay there, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, unaware of the turmoil surrounding her.

"Fear not, my dear," the Old Matriarch whispered, her voice a soothing balm in the tense atmosphere of the room. With a gentle touch, she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Emily's forehead. "We will do everything in our power to help you," she promised, her words infused with determination and hope.

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