A Farewell After Being Reborn

To make sure that her uncle and aunt wouldn’t be able to protest, Sage would have to become so powerful that she had the final say in things.

So, she had to work on her career as soon as possible.

“When you said that I care about you, you were referring to this, right?”

Sage pointed at the container. “I have indeed come here to deliver this to you, but that’s because Grandma wants me to make sure that you finish the soup.”

Ian thought that it was the special concoction from before. He felt a headache coming on as he said, “Take it away. I don’t have time to fool around with you.”

Sage said, “That won’t do. You must drink it.”

When she opened the container, a strong herbal smell wafted out of it.

“These are body–strengthening herbs Grandma got from a famous doctor.” Sage emphasized the word “body–strengthening.” Then, she said, “I’ll watch you finish it, and I’ll also record a video for Grandma.”

When Ian heard Sage’s tone, he thought of something. His expression and gaze darkened. “Dump it.”

Sage felt a little sad. “It’s a sincere gift from Grandma. Are you sure you want to waste it?”

Ian closed his eyes. “Sage, if you keep this up, I don’t mind showing you physically whether I need strengthening or not.”

Sage could hear the threat Ian was hinting at. She

ut down the container and

said in concern, “I know that you can’t afford to ruin your manly pride.

“It’s okay, I’ll leave the soup here. When there’s no one around, you can drink it

in secret.”

When lan trained his cold–gaze on her, Sage hastily retreated to the office door.

“Who cares about you anyway? You think too highly of yourself!”

With that, Sage anorted and then left with her head held high,

Terry watched as Sage left. Then, he entered the office and asked, “Mr. Holcomb, Is Mrs. Holcomb alright?”

“What does that have to do with me?” lan felt feritated, and his head was hurting as well. “Take this container and dump it outside!”

Terry picked up the container, which exuded the strong smell of herbs, “Mr. Holcomb, what do these herbs help with? Why won’t you drink it?”

lan was exasperated. “If you’re so curious about it, you can drink it yourself to find out.”

Terry fell silent.

“I’ll throw it out right now.”

“That damned lan! He listened in on my conversation, and he still thinks he’s all that!” Sage thought as she furiously got into her car.

She cursed him to be weak in that aspect for real. Then, even if Ivy got married to him, she wouldn’t get any satisfaction at all!

Around ten minutes later, Sage arrived at the beauty salon.

After registering a card, she sent the room number to Priscilla.

Soon, Priscilla arrived at the VIP room as well.

Priscilla was wearing a more formal outfit compared to the clothes she wore at home last time. She was wearing a Chanel–style black coat paired with a Hermès bag. She looked both wealthy and elegant.

Sage greeted her with a smile. “You’re here, Mrs. Xenith.”

Priscilla chuckled as well. “I was in a little bit of a traffic jam just now. Sorry for being late.”

“It’s okay, I’ve just arrived as well. Let’s get the spa day going, then. I’ve booked the best beautician here.”

After a simple shower, the two lay on the beauty beds.

Sage pretended to be casual as she asked, “Mrs. Xenith, Mr. Xenith has been busy. lately, hasn’t he?”

Priscilla replied, “Yes, quite.”

The two had a few simple exchanges before enjoying the

massage.

After the massage and application of body lotion, the beautician left.

Sage handed a cup of skin–nourishing tea to Priscilla as she started the conversation. “Mrs. Xenith, how long have you and Mr. Xenith been married? You must be quite close to each other, right?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Priscilla smiled a little. “Intimacy has nothing to do with how many years the marriage has lasted.”

Sage wondered if she was seeing things, but she felt as if Priscilla wasn’t in a good mood today.

Priscilla was too calm. It reminded Sage of the calm before the storm.

Could it be that Priscilla had noticed something off about Benjamin as well?

Or was Priscilla just in a bad mood?

“Ms. Joyner, do you have another reason for asking me out today?”

Priscilla accepted the tea and glanced at Sage. There were slight wrinkles near her eyes. “If you have something to say, you can tell me straight away.”

Sage was amazed at Priscilla’s observation skills. She didn’t deny it as she said, “I do indeed have something I want to tell you, but I don’t know if it’s rude.”