Greenland Villa.
In the swimming pool...
Three stunning women, with graceful figures and captivating beauty, were playing in the pool.
As water splashed around, their snow-white skin shimmered under the gentle sunlight, coated with tiny droplets, gleaming like pink peaches—so inviting that it was almost tempting to bite.
They were John's three beautiful sisters.
Tracy had once lived near the Feazer Medical Clinic, as there were only three doctors at that time. Though they worked on a shift system, Tracy, being the shop manager, was practically there every day to help out.
But now things were different.
Tracy no longer needed to worry, because the clinic was now staffed with renowned medical professionals. She had moved back to Greenland Villa to live with her sisters.
"Little John, do you want to come down and join your sisters?" Alice dove into the pool, unexpectedly surfacing in front of John with a playful smile on her lips, her eyes locking with his.
John quickly averted his gaze. He reminded himself that they were his sisters, even though they had joked about marrying him when they were younger. He knew it was just childish banter.
Besides, the old master had advised him not to engage in any intimate relationships before fully mastering the nameless divine skill. So, for now, restraint was his only option.
"Alice, what are you doing to John?" Queenie suddenly swam over and, with a swift motion, dragged Alice under the water, causing her to choke a few times.
Tracy joined in, laughing. "Yes, yes, my little brother is so cute. How could you tease him like that?"
"Gululu..." John shook his head, feeling the awkwardness build. He decided to excuse himself, retreating to the living room. Just then, he received a phone call.
"Grandpa Cornelius?"
"John, are you free right now? Come to my place. I have something to discuss with you."
"Alright, Grandpa. I'll be right there."
Seeing it as an opportunity to clear his mind, John agreed to the visit.
At Cornelius's place...
"John, come quickly. This is your Aunt Bree."
Cornelius waved John over to a woman in her forties or fifties, smiling warmly as he made the introduction.
"Hi, Aunt Bree!"
John vaguely remembered Aunt Bree from the welfare home, though the details were fuzzy.
Aunt Bree looked at John, her eyes widening in recognition. Turning to Cornelius, she asked, "Old Dean, is this really the child who disappeared in the fire?"
Cornelius nodded.
John explained, "I was fortunate to have been saved by an old Taoist."
Aunt Bree smiled knowingly. "Such a great fate! You must be destined for immense fortune and wealth to survive such a disaster."
John listened, still curious. "Grandpa, what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Cornelius chuckled before answering. "Well, Aunt Bree's daughter just returned from studying abroad. I was hoping you two could meet and get to know each other."
It quickly dawned on John that Grandpa was arranging a blind date.
He forced a smile but was about to politely decline when Cornelius sighed.
"Aunt Bree's daughter is very accomplished. I originally thought of introducing her to Gary, but that boy's a disappointment. So, I thought of you instead."
Cornelius glanced outside at the yard, his face filled with sadness.
There, Gary was crouched on the ground, playing with ants.
Gary's mental state had regressed to that of a child, with an IQ comparable to a four- or five-year-old. Although it had eased some of the worry, it still pained Cornelius to see him in such a state.
"A tragedy," Cornelius muttered. "He's in this condition because of his own recklessness. Gambling debts and all."
John felt a pang of sorrow as he witnessed his grandfather's heartache.
Gary had been led astray, but John believed his situation wasn't beyond redemption. He'd help him recover, if he could.
Just then, Aunt Bree handed John a photo and asked, "Look, this is my daughter. Isn't she beautiful?"
John took the photo, inspecting it closely. The girl in the picture was indeed beautiful and tall, but something about her seemed familiar. He felt like he had seen her before.
After a moment of deep thought, John's eyes widened. "Aunt Bree, is your daughter's name Shelly?"
"Eh? How do you know her name is Shelly? Do you know her?" Aunt Bree asked, surprised.
"I don't know her. I overheard you talking," John quickly answered.
Cornelius and Aunt Bree exchanged puzzled glances, wondering if they had indeed mentioned the name "Shelly" earlier. But they didn't dwell on it.
John, however, couldn't shake the feeling that meeting Shelly was no coincidence.
As his mind raced, he recalled the details of his sister Kate's computer.
Kate had two computers—one for personal use in her bedroom, and the other a laptop for work. John had been using Kate's bedroom computer recently. When he noticed the hard drive was full, he opened it to check and found a wealth of learning materials. Among them, he came across some lesson notes and records from Shelly's time studying abroad.
It all clicked in that moment.
Shelly wasn't just anyone—she was an international art master, a renowned figure whose work John had come across in Kate's files.