Chapter 1294
Late summer in the deep woods meant one thing: mosquitoes. Lots of them. Thankfully, Quincy's homemade
bug spray worked like a charm.
No need for frantic swatting or desperate waving-one whiff of that spray and the bugs kept their distance,
drifting off before they canywhere near.
Elysia had spent enough tup here to know her way around the herb garden blindfolded. She led Baby
straight through the brambles, past the old oak, and right to the patch where the wild herbs grew thick and wild.
This mountain was a treasure trove. Rare medicinal plants that city doctors would pay a fortune for? Here, they
grew like dandelions in a summer lawn.
Tracey was already there, kneeling in the dirt with her old wicker basket, plucking leaves with the practiced ease
of someone who'd done this a hundred times before. She spotted Elysia and Baby and beamed, waving them
over.
"Elysia!" she called, her voice bright as morning.
Elysia grinned, taking Baby by the hand and walking over. "We brought you breakfast, Grandma. Better eat it
while it's still hot-I'll take over here."
Tracey set down her basket and scooped Baby up for a kiss, not bothering with any of that 'oh, you didn't have
to' business. "You start with this patch. When you're done, move over to the next one, alright?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Got it. Are these herbs for the antidote?" Elysia asked, eyeing the greenery.
A shadow flickered across Tracey's face. "That's right. I'm hoping | can crack it with these common herbs. If not,
we'll have to try something else."
She didn't say it, but Elysia knew what she meant: fancy recipes were fine for the rich, but if the antidote cost a
fortune, it wouldn't help anyone who really needed it. If things ever got bad, if the outbreak spread, even the
government might struggle to afford the cure. But if she could make it cheap enough? Maybe it could be handed
out for free—or at least be something ordinary folks could actually buy.
Elysia nodded, pulling on her gloves. "Alright, Baby, you stay with Great- Grandma, okay? Mommy's got some
work to do."
Baby looked up, big-eyed. "Can | help, Mommy?"
Elysia smiled. "You can help by keeping Great-Grandma company. Make sure she eats all her breakfast, alright?
That's a big help to Mommy."
Sof these herbs were poisonous-you had to be careful. No way was Baby going near them.
Baby nodded solemnly. "I'll make sure she eats every bite."
Elysia ruffled her hair. "You're the best."
With Baby settled, Elysia swung the basket over her shoulder and got to work. She moved quickly, nimble and
sure-handed, even faster than Tracey.
Tracey watched her granddaughter's swift progress, pride shining in her eyes. But then she sighed, just a little.
Elysia had a gift for medicine, a gentle heart, and-most importantly-there was just something about their bond.
Tracey wanted nothing more than to pass on everything she'd learned, to make Elysia her apprentice, her legacy.
But Elysia's heart was set on psychology, not medicine.
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She was still lost in thought when Baby tugged at her sleeve. "Great-Grandma,
why are you sighing? Don't you want your breakfast?"
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