Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 568
"I'm saying this not because I don't trust you but to make sure you don't feel too much pressure," Alfred said gently.
"I'll take your pulse first," Yolanda replied calmly.
At a glance, Yolanda could tell from Alfred's complexion that he had likely been battling heart disease for many years. However,
she refrained from making any promises before thoroughly examining him.
"Alright," Alfred said. He extended his hand without hesitation.
Yolanda placed her fingers on his wrist and focused intently. Less than 30 seconds later, she withdrew her hand.
Just as she was about to speak, a loud voice suddenly broke the tranquility of the
room.
"Grandpa Alfred! I brought someone with me!"
It was rare for anyone in the Kaufman family to shout like this, especially since Alfred required a quiet environment for his health.

Jude frowned slightly, and his gaze shifted toward the doorway. Alfred, on the other hand, chuckled warmly.
"It's Asher!" he said with a smile before turning to Yolanda.
"Asher is the grandson of an old friend of mine. He mentioned he'd invite an international medical team to look into my condition.
What a coincidence that you both arrived on the same day."
"I thought he was just being polite, but it seems he was serious," Alfred added. There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
Jude's expression relaxed as he turned to Yolanda and said apologetically, "Ms. Henderson, I wasn't aware he'd be bringing
someone today..."
"It's fine," Yolanda said, waving off his concern.
She wasn't attached to the idea of treating Alfred herself. If the team Asher brought could successfully address his condition, she
saw no reason to intervene. Her presence here was purely due to Jude's request, not for any favor from the Kaufman family.

Moments later, Asher strode into the room. His demeanor was as bold as his voice. He greeted Alfred and Jude cheerfully before
Yolanda's gaze settled on him.
Asher's appearance was unremarkable. He had a slim build, but his presence exuded energy. Yolanda could discern from his

posture and movements that he had a solid martial arts foundation, suggesting he was not as fragile as he seemed.
However, his overly confident manner, bordering on arrogance, rubbed her the wrong way. Yolanda didn't mind bold personalities
but had little patience for people who carried themselves with inflated self-importance without the skill to justify it.
Unfortunately, Asher struck her as precisely that kind of person.
"Asher, how is your grandfather doing lately?" Alfred's genuine fondness for Asher was evident in the way he tolerated the
younger man's minor flaws.
Unlike Jude and Joel, who always maintained a certain level of formality around their father, Asher interacted with Alfred with
complete ease, showing no signs of restraint or hesitation.
"Thanks to you, Grandpa Alfred, my grandfather is doing great!" Asher said cheerfully.
Ever the impatient type, Asher didn't linger. After greeting Alfred, he quickly turned toward the doorway and waved
enthusiastically to the people waiting outside.
"Mr. Smith, come on in!"
At his call, five tall foreigners entered the room. Among them were three men and two women. Even the shortest woman stood a
full head taller than Yolanda.
"Grandpa Alfred, let me introduce you to Mr. Smith and his team," Asher said warmly. His tone was brimming with pride as he
gestured toward the newcomers. "Mr. Smith and his medical team are world-renowned experts. Their latest research focuses on
cardiovascular health, and it took a significant amount of effort to bring them here," he added. His voice carried a hint of self-
praise.