Became A Queen After divorce

Soon, the room was filled with screams akin to those of a pig being slaughtered.

“Ah!”

“Daddy, Mommy, help me! I’m dying… Stop poking me!”

Everyone wondered what was happening inside.

Was Miss Lawrence saving someone or killing them?

It sounded terrible.

Several times, Duke Austen wanted to rush in, but Declan stopped him.

“Duke Austen, you can’t go in! Miss Lawrence and Mr. Zamora are saving someone. If you go in now, you’ll disturb them.”

“Didn’t you hear my son screaming in pain?” Duke Austen was furious.

He suspected these doctors from Chulae were frauds. His son had never cried out for his daddy like this before!

Declan explained that this was normal and even gave an example.

“Duke Austen, it’s like childbirth. Women scream in pain when giving birth. Just endure it; it’ll pass.”

Duke Austen glared at him, “How is this the same as childbirth?”

Kelvin knew then that he was an ignorant man, not even a qualified husband.

The comment reminded Kelvin of Cheyenne giving birth, a memory that still pained him.

“Who says it’s not the same? I think childbirth is a thousand times more painful!”

“When my wife was giving birth, I listened to her cry for three or four hours.”

“I wished I could take her pain, but I was helpless. I could only watch her endure it alone.”

He vowed to cherish Cheyenne forever for all the suffering she endured for him.

Even so, Cheyenne never cried out for her parents. In comparison, Lord Parker seemed quite useless.

Pearl looked at Kelvin approvingly and praised him, “Mr. Foley and Miss Lawrence are truly in love. With you loving her so much, Miss Lawrence is very fortunate.”

Few men understand the pain women go through during childbirth.

Most just plant the seed and wait for the harvest.

But it’s the women who endure nine months of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth!

Kelvin gazed at the slender figure behind the glass window with rare tenderness on his handsome face.

“No, I am the fortunate one to have met her.”

Is this what mutual love feels like? Being the most important person in each other’s hearts.

Pearl couldn’t help but think of the person in her heart.

She and he could never be like Mr. Foley and Miss Lawrence, the most important people to each other.

Her one-sided love was just self-deception because Sam didn’t love her.

With a bitter smile, Pearl forced herself to stop thinking about him.

Meanwhile, the screams from the room continued.

Even Cheyenne grew impatient. She covered her ears with her small, white hands and coldly said:

“Continue. Every needle must be administered without interruption, or all efforts will be wasted.”

…

Lord Parker lay on the bed like a pincushion. If he hadn’t occasionally screamed, Eddie would have thought he had fainted again.

He felt like Mr. Zamora had a personal vendetta against him.

Each needle seemed to be inserted lightly but caused excruciating pain once it pierced his flesh. Just as he adapted to one needle, another came.

Eddie’s charming eyes showed no emotion, but the silver needles in his hand gleamed sharply.

He followed Cheyenne’s method precisely, though the intensity…

Lord Parker felt it most acutely.

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Lord Parker endured the acupuncture but couldn’t handle the bitterness of the herbal medicine.

After the long and torturous acupuncture session, Cheyenne wrote a prescription for him to take three times a day.

The prescription included: three ounces of Coptis root, two ounces of lotus seed heart…

Declan, who knew a bit about herbal medicine, shook his head at the sight of Coptis root and lotus seed heart. He could imagine how bitter the concoction would be.

He looked skeptically at Cheyenne, who explained seriously:

“Lord Parker’s liver fire causes excessive sweating and irritability. The inflammation in his body is also detrimental to his recovery.”

“I’ll start with two doses to clear heat and reduce fire before tonifying his qi and blood for optimal treatment.”

Duke Austen didn’t understand her explanation but saw no objections from others, so he assumed it was true.

He signaled the butler to take the prescription.

“Thank you, Miss Lawrence. I’ll have someone prepare the medicine immediately. How long will he need to take it?”

Cheyenne hesitated and held up three fingers.

She meant “three days,” but Mrs. Crete thought she meant three months.

“Alright, three months it is. Miss Lawrence, rest assured, I’ll ensure he takes every drop daily!”

Cheyenne: “Um…”

She hadn’t said three months; Mrs. Crete did.

Kelvin noticed her little trick and laughed secretly.

Indeed, it’s better to offend a villain than a woman!

Better to offend a woman than a female doctor!

“Ahem, since the treatment is done, we should take our leave.”

He walked over and naturally took Cheyenne’s hand to bid farewell.

“Miss Lawrence and Mr. Zamora saved my son. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Why not stay for a meal? Mr. Foley, Mr. Gilliam, Miss Gilliam too. I’ll have the kitchen prepare dinner.”

Despite the duchess’s warm invitation, everyone politely declined.

Cheyenne: “No need, thank you for your invitation. My husband and I have other matters to attend to.”

“This…”

“We also have many things at home. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“I came with Cheyenne; naturally, I’ll leave with her.”

Everyone declined the duchess’s kind invitation and gradually left.

At the door, Declan extended an olive branch to Cheyenne.