"Dad, I'll bring him back home right now and teach him well!"

Carlos gently patted Boswell's head and corrected the kids.

"There's no

Chinese herb called Angelina Root. It's Angelica Root.

A-N-G-E-L-I-C-A."

Confused, Boswell asked, "Angelica?"

Carlos nodded and said, "Yes. But, both Angelica and Angelina are good names. You can pick one."

The boys nodded their Little heads in unison and Boswell affirmed that they still wanted to name the little girl Angelina.

Later that day, Sheffield brought Godwin back home and made him write the words “Angelica Root" one hundred times. Since then, Godwin had lost his love for Angelica Roots. However, from time to time, he would add some Angelica Root to his father's food out of spite.

As a result, Sheffield felt very confused about his own body for some time. After all, he used to be a doctor. He was well aware of the changes inside his body-change in sleep, appetite, and blood circulation.

One day, Sheffield found that the Angelica Roots he had stored away were getting fewer and fewer in number, which made him suspicious.

Soon after, he caught his son red handed, secretly adding Angelica Root powder into his bowl of porridge. A misdeed, to which Godwin admitted full responsibility in the end.

Ever since, Sheffield couldn't help dreading the idea of his son switching Angelica Root to Datura when he was older. What if Godwin decided to add poisonous herbs instead to his food in the future?

As such, he decided to stop his son from learning about traditional

Chinese medicine in its entirety.

Godwin, however, was passionate about traditional Chinese medicine.

When Sheffield forbade him from learning about Chinese medicine, he snitched on him to his grandfather. Needless to say, Sheffield would never dare to speak over Carlos, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to Godwin's love for Chinese medicine.

Matthew couldn't stay calm anymore that afternoon when he watched Erica lying still in a coma. He paced around the ward in an irritable mood before he decided to pay the attending doctor a visit.

The man frowned and coldly asked, “Didn't you say that my wife would wake up today from her coma?"

The attending doctor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said,

“Matthew, don't worry. Erica will be awake before tomorrow morning.”

Matthew cast a cold glance at the doctor, who was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

The man warned him coldly, "If my wife doesn't wake up before tomorrow morning, I'll burn down this hospital!"

"Y-yes, Matthew!" The doctor had no choice but to agree.

In the evening, Matthew, who had returned to Erica's ward from his son's ward, received a call from Owen.