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Even with the pace of two children every three years, he must have started fathering them when he was around seventeen.
She met many other nobles as well, but honestly, she couldn't remember all their names. After returning to her room, she had to organize a roster and write them all down.
Though Hedy now held a better position, there was still a lingering wariness in her heart. She didn’t dare to relax for even a moment.
The first thing Hedy did was write a long paper and submit it to the cold and mysterious lord.
The core of the paper was to encourage people to eat more fruits and vegetables rich in vitamin C, and to provide the method for making orange juice and orange juice-based remedies.
Explaining the existence of vitamins was difficult, so she simply listed several types of foods, explaining what the consequences would be if these foods were consumed in insufficient amounts.
Hedy wasn’t used to the swan feather quill and had to look up words in the dictionary while writing in Italian.
Her writing was fragmented, and at times, she would get lost in thought, remembering things from her past.
A long time ago, she had only been a rising star at MGM Studios.
With her curly, middle-parted black hair, deep eyes, and slightly arched eyebrows, she caught the attention of many on the street posters. Even though she had just arrived in the United States, many people could already recognize her.
Back then, Hedy had a habit of going to a regular spot to play tennis. Once, she even ran into John F. Kennedy, who had come specifically to meet her.
At that time, he had not yet been elected president. He was still studying at Harvard University, but he was already one of the new aristocrats.
Kennedy, holding a tennis racket, came up to her, carefully choosing his words as he tried to ask her out.
"—What can I offer you?"
The young Hedy smiled at him.
"Vitamin C."
"The doctor said I should take more of it."
Later, how that young man joined the army, rose to power, had an affair with Marilyn Monroe in the White House, and was assassinated, all became matters far removed from her life.
The poor movie star, in her obsession with the married man, had tried to commit suicide multiple times, eventually dying froman overdose of sedatives in Beverly Hills, being mourned and remembered by countless people.
In the end, a jar of vitamin C seemed much healthier.
Hedy pulled herself back from her thoughts and lowered her head, using the tip of her pen to poke a period.
A woman should always remain vigilant against all power and temptation.
She looked over the paper, scanning it up and down, feeling satisfied.
It had to both persuade people with the tactics of convincing children, while also clearly stating the dangers, methods, and precautions.
After all these years of seeing doctors, now she had become the health advisor to the Medici family.
The paper was soon sent to the office, and then there was no word about it.
Later, Dechio told her that a few servants had been chosen, like guinea pigs, to drink orange juice every day and eat a lot of tomatoes.
The alchemist played with his quill in the bedroom, smiling ambiguously.
It was a very Medici thing to do.
Christmas preparations started early, though it seemed to have little to do with her.
