Besides that, she had always made coffee with the same type of coffee beans, the same temperature, amount of sugar and coarseness in the way he liked. Hence, she was confident that he would be impressed by her coffee once again.

As she arrived at the kitchen in the west wing, Renee took out a small jar of coffee beans from the drawer. After that, she opened the lid to the coffee grinder and placed some beans inside, grinding them thoroughly.

Unlike an automated machine, this was a manual wooden coffee grinder. Grinding even a single bean would require a lot of strength, but the powder it produced would best preserve the �original flavor� that Stefan was especially fond of.

Bzz bzz bzz�

As she continued grinding the coffee bit by bit, Renee felt satisfied, but also frowned deeply due to the pain in her wrist.

Just then, footsteps could be heard behind her. It was Yulia, and she screamed as soon as she noticed the wounds on Renee�s wrist. �Ren, what are you doing? Just look at your hands! Let the staff do this for you!�

�I�m alright, Mrs. Walker, I�m not that fragile.� Renee smiled weakly and proceeded.

�No, you�re not. You�re already bleeding through the gauze! Do you not cherish your own life?� Despite her usual gentleness, Yulia couldn�t help but feel angered by Renee�s recklessness.

She then snatched the grinder out of her hands and sighed. �Oh child, you�re just so foolish. How could you use your own blood for his medicine? If your mother knew that you hurt yourself over a man, she would be devastated!�

�She won�t,� Renee replied softly. �I believe Mom would use her own blood if she knew Dad needed it to survive. And you would too, if Mr. Walker needed it, right?�

�Well�� Yulia couldn�t retort, but still flashed her a concerned frown. �If you really need human blood as an ingredient, our sanatorium�s blood bank has more than enough. You could have told me sooner! Why did you have to use your own? Now that you risked your own health, how could we possibly face your parents in the afterlife?�

�Mrs. Walker, I understand your concerns. But the medicine requires blood from a person who genuinely loves the patient to take effect, not just anyone�s blood. And as you can see, it does work very well, so I don�t regret my decision at all. In fact, I�m very happy about this.�

Renee had always felt like she wronged Stefan in many ways. Hence, being able to use her blood in his cure, was quite an achievement for her. In a way, it had also proved that she still loved him deeply within her soul, or else the medicine wouldn�t have been so effective.

Yuia, however, scoffed. �Don�t try to trick me, Ren, I graduated from the world�s most prestigious medical school as well. And I have never heard of such an odd cure. If you ask me, this is nothing but superstition that specifically targets innocent girls like you.�

�Well, whatever it is, it works.� Renee didn�t want to argue, so she tried to take the grinder back from Yulia so that she could continue.

For the medicine, they had to collect blood from her wrist. Every single time they needed more, they had to cut the wounds back open, then bandage them back up.

Having done this many times, she felt like she was about to lose the motor skills in her hands soon enough. Making coffee usually wasn�t so difficult, as she was in a lot of pain.

�You�re still going at it? Can�t you see your wounds have torn open!?� Yulia was adamant in stopping her. �I�ll help you do it. Grinding coffee beans isn�t a task required from someone who genuinely loves him now, is it?�

Renee gently rubbed her aching wrists and nodded. �Thanks, Mrs. Walker.�

Even though she was the vice dean of the sanatorium, Yulia was patient enough to grind up these rough beans, so much so that she was starting to sweat. JrNovels.com