The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus)

"Oh, right. Contact details. Sierra, give me your number." Jonathan said, his voice thick with emotion. He fumbled for his phone, his aging hands trembling as he

wiped his reddened eyes.

"Let's exchange information. When you return, I'll come pick you up. Or, if you tell me where you are now, your mother and I will fly out to bring you home."

Sierra hesitated, watching the overwhelming affection in Jonathan's eyes. She wasn't sure if she should agree.

"Mr. Remington, please don't rush. I'll bring Sierra back as soon as possible. Just give me your address, and we'll come directly to see you," Samuel said.

"Yes, of course. Let's exchange numbers and stay in touch."

Jonathan's eyes welled up again, and he struggled to contain his tears. "I'll go to the nursing home right away to get your mother. She needs to see you. Sweetheart, wait for my video call later. Please don't ignore it, alright?"

"Mr. Remington, we haven't even done a paternity test yet. What if I'm not really your daughter? I don't want to give you false hope," Sierra said cautiously.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you come back. That's all that matters," Jonathan said, shaking his head as he wiped his face.

"Alright then. It's settled. We'll hang up now. I need to pack and book a flight." Sierra let out a deep breath.

"Yes, yes, of course. Just be safe on your way back. That's all I ask."

"Thank you, Mr. Remington. We will."

The video call ended, and Jonathan broke down in tears again. In his overwhelming gratitude, he suddenly turned and threw his arms around Marcus.

"Mr. Holden, I don't even know how to thank you. Saying 'thank you' wouldn't be enough. If you ever need more Poisonous Snowdrop, I'll give you as much as you want," he choked out.

Marcus remained composed, though inwardly, he was satisfied. "Mr. Remington, you have more Poisonous Snowdrop?"

"Of course, I do. This is just one of them. I asked you why you needed it, but you wouldn't tell me. I was worried you might use it for something harmful," Jonathan said, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I don't just have Poisonous Snowdrop. I have many other rare medicinal herbs too. You can ask around. Back in the day, I was quite well-known in the underground market. That is, until I retired and left that life behind," he added with a chuckle.

Marcus coughed lightly, signaling him to be mindful of his words.

"Ah, my apologies. I got carried away," Jonathan said, immediately catching the hint.

"Mr. Remington, you heard what was said just now. The Sinclair family is a mess, and given the situation, I believe you should reconsider who is best suited to protect your daughter. You saw Samuel's reaction. If I support Sierra, you won't have to worry about her future." Marcus spoke calmly.

Jonathan considered his words carefully. Marcus had a point. The Sinclair family's scandals had been all over the news. Even though he and his wife rarely left home, they had still seen the reports and interviews.

If his daughter had indeed been raised by the Sinclairs, then Julia's relatives might still seek revenge. Given his and his wife's advanced age and declining health, he couldn't protect Sierra forever.

Moreover, Samuel himself was a Sinclair. If he ever had to choose between Sierra and the family business, there was no guarantee that his daughter wouldn't become collateral damage in their power struggles. With Marcus as her support, she would be much safer.

"Alright, Mr. Holden. Let's continue our deal. You protect my daughter, and I will give you access to all of my medicinal resources. Please, follow me."

Jonathan led Marcus out of the private room. Though the Everwood Estate was not very large, its layout exuded an understated elegance, its design carefully crafted to feel both inviting and refined.

After a short walk, they arrived at a three-story building. Jonathan unlocked the door and glanced back at Marcus. "This way, Mr. Holden."

"Alright." Marcus followed him inside. The moment they stepped in, an unfamiliar yet rich aroma filled the air.

"It is the scent of medicinal herbs," Jonathan explained as he pushed open another door. Inside, an

enormous wooden cabinet lined the entire wall, filled with numerous small compartments and boxes.

"All of these contain medicinal ingredients, he explained. "Mr. Holden, I don't know how I could ever repay you for finding my daughter. These herbs would

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Jonathan's eyes turned red again.

"Thank you." Marcus stepped forward and began scanning the contents.

Apart from Poisonous Snowdrop, Natalie had also requested another rare ingredient-Wasteland Shadebloom.

It was even rarer than Poisonous Snowdrop. Despite searching tirelessly, the only confirmation Marcus had received was that Jonathan possessed Poisonous Snowdrop.

"Mr. Remington, have you ever heard of Wasteland Shadebloom?" Marcus carefully examined the herbs but didn't find what he was looking for.

Jonathan nodded. "I have, but it's nearly impossible to find. To be honest no one even knows if it truly exists. Mr. Holden, if you don't mind me asking, why are you searching for such deadly toxins?"

Jonathan pulled a leather-bound book from a drawer and handed it to him.

"To save my mother. It's not that I wanted to hide it from you, Mr. Remington. It'snoveldrama

just a complicated situation. It's not something I can explain easily," Marcus replied bitterly.

"Saving your mother? That doesn't make sense. Was she poisoned?" Jonathan frowned.

Marcus' eyes darkened as he turned to look at Jonathan. "Mr. Remington, do you know something about this?"

Jonathan nodded. "A little. The herbs you're looking for are all extremely toxic. According to my grandfather's records, they are believed to counteract certain ancient poisons.

"But if someone actually needs them, it means the poison in their body has already reached a critical stage. If you're saying this for your mother, then I can already guess the situation.

"Mr. Holden, I don't have Wasteland Shadebloom, but I do have other rare medical herbs. Take photos of them and send them to the expert treating your mother.

"As far as I know, no one has ever successfully neutralized a poison that requires such extreme antidotes."

"Thank you, Mr. Remington. I will spend my lifetime repaying this debt of gratitude. No words can express my thanks. Rest assured, I will protect your daughter with everything I have."

Without hesitation, Marcus knelt before him.

"Mr. Holden, please get up. Earlier, when I tried to kneel to you, you refused to let me. Now, you must do the same for me," Jonathan quickly helped him to his feet.

"You reunited me with my daughter. If my herbs can also save your mother, then that is the best possible outcome for both of us. Don't kneel to me.

"I don't know how many years I have left, but you have fulfilled my greatest wish in

life. Now, I can leave this world without regret.

"Mr. Holden, don't waste time. Start selecting the herbs."

"Thank you, Mr. Remington," Marcus said sincerely before immediately taking pictures and sending them to Natalie.