Mrs. Jenkins departed in a huff, and Barbara, after a brief moment of bewilderment, hastened to follow her.

With their departure, Canaan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let the festivities continue. Everyone, savor your meals and drinks, and raise your glasses in celebration."

Although Canaan's words were somewhat cryptic, the Jenkins family members in attendance were far from naive.

A toast? With Barbara's absence, everyone naturally raised their glasses to toast Maria, celebrating her entry into the Pill Alchemist Association.

At last, this luncheon truly started to resemble a joyous celebration.

Simultaneously, in a particular grand mansion within Broome...

Raymond had acquired this mansion with the sole intention of pleasing his father, Michael.

However, shortly after settling in, Michael fell gravely ill, and unlike previous occasions when he only required rest and care, this time his condition was severe.

Upon learning of the situation, Anthony rushed to the mansion. But before he could inquire about his grandfather's condition, Raymond launched into a tirade of grievances.

“Anthony, just look at this! It's entirely your fault! Why couldn't you just stay in Sheffield? Why did you have to uproot the entire family to Broome for your career? Now Michael is unwell, struggling to adapt to this new environment. Whose fault do you think this is?

Fortunately, I have a connection with a renowned doctor in Broome.

She's willing to attend to him..."

As Raymond's words faded away, a gracefully attractive young lady stepped out from Michael's bedroom.

“Sir, I think. Jack, who was in charge of Anthony's wheelchair, sensed that something was wrong and considered whispering a reminder to Anthony but then decided against it.

How could Anthony fail to notice this?

Yet, Anthony stayed quiet, his expression as serene as a tranquil lake as he observed the woman before him. His face revealed no emotions.

"Mr. Wilson, it's a pleasure to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Marilyn Rivera. Raymond has placed his father's medical care entirely in my hands," Marilyn introduced herself.

Marilyn possessed flowing, straight hair, and her all-white attire was striking.

Her immaculate white outfit appeared to emphasize her professionalism as a medical practitioner while enhancing her overall aura.

Marilyn spoke with a gentle tone, instilling confidence in her nursing expertise and reliability as a caregiver.

Nonetheless, Anthony firmly stated, "Within the Wilson family, I am the one who oversees my grandfather's well-being. Medical professionals require my approval to tend to him. Is that clear?"

A momentary flicker of unease crossed Marilyn's countenance, but she swiftly regained her composure, offering a smile and stepping back to convey her readiness to avoid conflict.

“Hey, Anthony, what do you mean? Do you realize how challenging it is to secure Dr. Rivera's services? She's no ordinary individual!"