Morgan Ashworth did not avoid it as he looked at Willow Crawford, "The heart pill is a precious medicine."

"A medicine?" Willow Crawford nervously grabbed Morgan Ashworth’s sleeve, "Are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt?"

Morgan Ashworth curved his lips, "Do you not have any idea if I’m feeling well or not, or are you eagerly wanting to know?"

Willow Crawford, "..."

"I’m fine. This heart pill is incredibly precious; the elder wants it." Morgan Ashworth forcibly shifted the responsibility to the elder.

Willow Crawford was half believing, half doubting, "Really?"

"Of course it’s true. Come, let’s have breakfast." Morgan Ashworth took Willow Crawford into the dining room.

Immediately, the maid brought out a delicious breakfast. Yesterday, Willow Crawford was just a little maid Cynthia, and today she unexpectedly sat at the table on equal footing with the master. The maids were quite emotional; indeed, beauty is an unbeatable weapon.

Several maids disappeared secretly yesterday; all those who opposed Willow Crawford. Even though the other maids were envious and jealous of Willow Crawford, they didn’t dare to show it. They obediently retreated.

A breakfast ended in a harmonious atmosphere when suddenly a subordinate hurried over, whispering, "Master, the elder is here."

Morgan Ashworth had fallen out with Wesley Kingsley; the elder immediately rushed over upon hearing.

Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips, "Not today."

As soon as the words fell, the elder barged in, "Miles, have you really decided not to see me?"

Willow Crawford looked at the elder; five years ago, it was the elder who took Morgan Ashworth away and saved him. The elder truly cared about Morgan Ashworth, yet he genuinely hated her.

The elder was already white-haired but still full of spirit. He wore a Chinese suit and disapprovingly glanced at Morgan Ashworth before his gaze settled on Willow Crawford.

Morgan Ashworth shielded Willow Crawford, lifting his thin lips, "Elder, do you have any business with me?"

"Oh? Just because I have no business I can’t come looking for you? Miles, it has been five years, and you haven’t matured a bit. You’re still foolish over this woman Willow!"

"Do you want to die again? If you die again, I can’t guarantee I can save you!"

Willow Crawford felt cold all over; she knew she had no right to explain the events of five years ago, but she hadn’t done it on purpose.

At that time, she was controlled by the demonic bell.

Willow Crawford wanted to speak, but Morgan Ashworth spoke first, "That’s all in the past. Don’t bring it up again!"

Willow Crawford’s heart trembled. He said it was all in the past. Does that mean he has already forgiven her unconditionally and accepted her?

The elder coldly snorted. Although dissatisfied with Morgan Ashworth’s infatuation, he was not surprised, "Come upstairs, I have something to tell you!"

The elder swept his sleeves and went upstairs.

Morgan Ashworth released Willow Crawford’s hand, "Stay here for a while on your own, don’t run around. I’ll be out soon."

Willow Crawford felt a bit uneasy, "Will the elder make things difficult for you?"

"No problem." Morgan Ashworth went upstairs.

...

Willow Crawford stood downstairs watching, knowing that the elder would certainly make things difficult for Morgan Ashworth, and that Morgan Ashworth was caught between her and the elder, which must be very hard on him.

But to be with Morgan Ashworth, she must pass this hurdle.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind her; the young master of The Western Reaches arrived, "Cynthia."

The young master of The Western Reaches came at the right time; Willow Crawford wanted to see him—to clarify things, and to inquire about the heart pill matters. She always felt there was more to the heart pill.

"Young master of The Western Reaches, I’m sorry, I can’t go to The Western Reaches with you. I’m sorry to have disappointed you." Willow Crawford confessed.

The young master of The Western Reaches had somewhat guessed, looking at the upstairs study, "Is it because of Miles? Are you Morgan Ashworth’s woman?"

Having long navigated the field of love, the young master of The Western Reaches had already seen the tension between Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford. Anyway, for a man to have such a stunning little maid by his side, there must be something going on.

Willow Crawford nodded, "Yes, I like him, I want to be with him."

The young master of The Western Reaches felt regretful, "Seems like I’ve lost to Morgan Ashworth."

"Young master of The Western Reaches, did you have a deal before that if I went with you, you would give a heart pill as a gift?"

"Yes." The young master of The Western Reaches nodded.

"What does this heart pill mainly treat?"

"The heart pill is incredibly precious; it’s used to prolong life."

"Prolong life?"

"Indeed, for those poisoned by venomous toxins, with their veins invaded and no hope of recovery, they could use a heart pill to prolong life."

Willow Crawford’s heart sank directly; she suddenly recalled five years ago, Morgan Ashworth was poisoned by the deadly plant. Her mom once said it was highly toxic, with almost no chance of survival, yet Morgan Ashworth lived.

For days, she’d been caught up in the love entanglements with Morgan Ashworth and had overlooked his health. How did he survive, and is he truly well?

Is this heart pill meant to prolong his life?

Willow Crawford’s heart sank to the bottom, dropping into the abyss—the darkest fear emerged.

"Young master of The Western Reaches, can you give us this heart pill? We can exchange it for something else, but I can’t go with you."

The young master of The Western Reaches shook his head, "Cynthia, I truly like you and want to marry you as my queen. This heart pill is my betrothal gift for you. I require nothing else—if you want the heart pill, there’s only one way: you must come with me!"

...

In the study.

The elder looked at Morgan Ashworth and asked, "Miles, have you really decided not to marry Wesley Kingsley? Wesley may be angry, but if you coax her, she will change her mind."

Morgan Ashworth shook his head, "I don’t plan to marry her."

"What about your health? Willow Crawford wasted the heart pill—you don’t even want your life?"

Morgan Ashworth’s sword-like brows furrowed, "The poison has persisted over the years; I’ve been relying on sheer willpower—Willow Crawford is my belief. I can’t forget her. Sometimes, I also want to deceive myself, but my love for her is greater than my life."

The elder fell silent; five years ago, he had already seen that Morgan Ashworth’s life was entwined with Willow Crawford.

"Alright, I’ll agree to let you be with Willow Crawford." The elder conceded.

Morgan Ashworth paused, knowing the elder’s extreme dislike for Willow Crawford, thinking it impossible for him to easily concede. Yet, the elder did so, "Do you have any conditions?"

"Of course, I do. First, Willow Crawford must wholeheartedly follow you; she won’t be the first queen or Princess of Alani anymore—just your woman."

Morgan Ashworth, "That’s not difficult."

"Secondly, she must soon bear you a son. Your health is poor now, so you have to leave behind your lineage. Willow Crawford can bear a son for someone else; surely she’d be willing to bear one for you, Miles. Don’t you want Willow Crawford to have a son for you?"