"Mr. Arthur, sorry to trouble you. Could you make an exception and save someone?" One of the curly-haired priests had sorrow in his eyes and spoke with humble sincerity.
"Who?"
"Madam Nicola."
Ever since learning that Father Rhodes had died, Nicola had gone mad. She had even become an idiot.
"Mr. Arthur, Madam Nicola is Father Rhodes's only surviving relative... Please, you must save her!"
Outside the bedroom, the curly-haired priest pleaded with an earnest expression.
"I'll do my best!"
Ning Xiuyuan nodded and pushed open the bedroom door.
The bedroom was luxurious, draped in white curtains.
But the summer wind howling through the windows ruined the room's extravagance.
On the luxurious soft couch, Nicola sat listlessly at the edge of the bed in a disheveled nightgown. She held a Persian cat in her arms, her eyes vacant and her features haggard, as though her life were withering away.
Ning Xiuyuan took one look, his expression changing slightly, then turned and left the bedroom.
"Madam Nicola isn't sick at all." Ning Xiuyuan thought for a moment, then added in a low voice, "It's an illness of the heart. There's no way to treat it!"
Outside the bedroom, several priests exchanged glances.
"I know. That's why we asked you to come and treat her. No one is better at handling difficult and unusual illnesses than you," the curly-haired priest said.
"With her condition, erasing her memories may be the best treatment." Ning Xiuyuan's thoughts shifted as he offered a solution.
"To be frank, we thought of that too. But she is Father Rhodes's only surviving relative. I—we can't do it. I don't think she would want her memories erased either."
A priest with a walrus mustache spoke with a sorrowful expression.
"Mr. Arthur, you must have a way! Rhodes