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The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Preparing

Medicine for Master


Alexander’s gaze fixed on the

blood–stained handkerchief in Master

Windsor’s hand, a shadow of concern passing over his features.

It seemed his grandfather’s condition was far worse than he had anticipated.

Master Windsor had his own private physician, a former military medic from his unit, who had been taken in to live at the mansion upon retirement.

The servant quickly fetched the

doctor, and Alexander pulled him

aside, displaying a rare moment of unrest.

“Mr. Hawthorne, what exactly is wrong with my grandfather?”


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Barnaby Hawthorne sighed softly, casting a discreet glance towards Master Windsor before lowering his


“Mr. Alexander, to be frank, Master Windsor’s condition is much more severe than I initially thought. His years of combat left him with numerous injuries. Though they seemed inconsequential at the time, they’ve since developed into serious

health issues.”

“Is there really nothing your medical skills can do?” Alexander’s brows furrowed even more deeply.

Though Hawthorne was originally a military medic, he had been renowned

doctor even before enlisting.

as a top

His medical expertise was considered among the best in Riverdale. If even he

was at a loss, what hope was there for Master Windsor?




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As they discussed Master Windsor’s condition, Isabella couldn’t help feeling a pang of concern.

Despite her disdain for Alexander, she

genuinely respected the old man. She had heard of Master Windsor’s

military achievements and felt

saddened that such a venerable general was now plagued by illness.

Noticing the worry in Isabella’s eyes, Master Windsor offered a dismissive

smile, taking her hand with the warmth of a kindly elder.

‘My dear Isabella, there’s no need to worry about this old soldier. I’ve faced life and death on the battlefield; I’ve

long since made peace with my mortality. Seeing Alexander find a good woman like you brings me comfort.

Isabella listened to Master Windsor’s words, which sounded almost like a farewell, feeling an unexpected surge

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of emotion that made her nose tingle.

Without thinking, she blurted out, “Master Windsor, you’ll be okay.”

Master Windsor smiled and shook his head, his grip on Isabella’s hand tightening as if fearing she might disappear the next moment. “There’s no need to comfort me. I know the state of my own body.”

Taking a deep breath, as if steeling herself, Isabella said, “Let me take a

look then. I know a bit about medicine.

Let me take your pulse.”

Master Windsor, indulging her,

extended his hand with a smile,

treating the gesture as if humoring a child’s play.

The pulse was irregular, but Isabella quickly identified the root causes of his ailments: residual effects from old

injuries compounded by recent stress over Alexander’s matters, all of which



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had taken a toll on his body.

“Master Windsor, let me prepare some medicine for you.”

“Alright, alright. If it’s made by my granddaughter–in–law, I’d drink it even if it were poison,” Master Windsor agreed readily, his gaze never leaving Isabella. He didn’t care if Isabella truly knew medical practices; he was simply playing along with her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hawthorne and

Alexander, having overheard Isabella’s

offer, were hesitant.

As Master Windsor’s personal

physician, Mr. Hawthorne naturally

opposed the idea of letting an outsider

prepare medicine for him.

Given Master Windsor’s high status,

even his daily routines were

meticulously managed by trusted insiders, and his meals were prepared by a dedicated chef.

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The sudden appearance of this young woman, offering to brew medicine for Master Windsor, was understandably met with resistance.

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

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In a delightful twist of fate, Lady Isabella found herself inadvertently ensnared by Riverdale’s most powerful magnate, Alexander Windsor. Rumors swirled, predicting her doom, yet she effortlessly transformed into the cherished wife he seemingly couldn’t bear to part with for even a moment, as if wishing to keep her in his pocket or tethered to his side at all times. Isabella Sterling quirked a l*p, “A mere two billion, I shall return it then…” The man leaned in, his charm palpable, “And how do you propose to repay? With your heart, or something more tangible?” Since taking residence at The Windsor, Mr. Alexander’s incurable condition miraculously improved. He ate well, worked tirelessly, his demeanor blooming like spring peaches, heart swelling with joy, capable of sleeping soundly for three days straight without a care. Until one day, someone unwittingly stumbled upon the lady’s secrets. The top hacker shaking the core of Caloria was her! The financial tycoon whose name echoed around the globe was her! The prodigious healer with the golden touch was her, her, and again her… The elite ladies of high society wept, their makeup smeared, as they faced a fearsome rival. “You go first, I’ll retreat!” In Riverdale, where a mere stomp of Mr. Alexander’s foot could cause a tremor, he famously said, “A king does not live off his wife, unless she is overwhelmingly beautiful!”


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