Norah had to pass through security and be checked for weapons before she could enter. Since Norah had been cleared, Kason didn’t ask further.
The room was dimly lit, with a foul odor mixing with the scent of various medicines. It wasn’t a pleasant smell at all.
Norah frowned, then went to the window and pulled back the white curtains. Sunlight flooded in, and she opened the window to let in some fresh air.
“Hasn’t this room been cleaned? Why hasn’t the window been opened?” Norah said. “The air here could make anyone ill if they stayed too long.”
To give them some privacy, Kason accompanied Norah by himself. When he heard what she said, he seemed embarrassed.
“I didn’t do much. It’s mostly the maids who do the work. I’ll have a word with them. Just let me know what your requirements are for the procedure.”
Norah approached the bedside, switched on the light, and scrutinized Devonte closely. His hair and beard had turned completely gray. Lying there with his eyes shut, his expression showed clear signs of discomfort.
Devonte was nearing a hundred years old, and his lineage extended to a great-grandson.
After a thorough assessment, Norah deduced that Devonte’s declining health was primarily due to his advanced age affecting his organ functions. She silently observed the side.
When Norah paused, Kason asked, “What do you think?”
Over the years, they had run different kinds of tests, and the results were never good. Devonte’s health was deteriorating steadily.
Supernatural Doctor was Devonte’s last hope.
Back then, Supernatural Doctor’s exceptional medical abilities had gained her international fame. She had even solved some tough cases. Yet, she vanished from public view just as quickly as she had risen to prominence.
Norah outlined Devonte’s health status. “I can’t work miracles. My approach cannot revive his failing organs, but I’ll prescribe medication to ease his discomfort. He could gain up to three more years, but that’s the extent of it.” She shrugged with a sense of resignation.
Kason, though disheartened, was somewhat relieved. “Even minimal relief from his suffering would be appreciated.”
Kason provided Norah with a chair, eager to hear the treatment plan in detail.
Despite the availability of pain relief options, their prolonged use could lead to tolerance and further damage to Devonte’s system. Kason had sought such remedies before, only to see Devonte’s condition worsen.
Kason had put in a lot of effort for Devonte’s condition. He had left the military since he felt the need to tend to Devonte and support the Hayes family.
Having accepted the consultation fee, Norah disclosed everything Kason needed to know about the treatment plan. “This is what his family should do. I’ll visit monthly for his treatment.”
The duration of Devonte’s life was now as much in his own hands as dependent on the treatment.
“The charge for each session is one hundred thousand dollars. Is that manageable for you?” Norah teased. “If it’s out of your budget, we might consider alternative forms of compensation.”
Upon hearing Norah’s playful suggestion, Kason’s expression momentarily stiffened. His intuition, sharpened by sensitivity, picked up on her probing gaze. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.
As he turned toward her, their gazes met directly. Norah, on this occasion, had chosen a black dress and a peaked cap that concealed most of her hair, leaving only her expressive eyes visible. At that moment, those eyes were alight with intrigue.
“Miss Wilson, do you find something intriguing about me?” Kason asked, unaccustomed to such attention but far from timid.
Norah thought for a while and replied, “No, we haven’t met before.” She was aware that Kason had no recollection of their past interactions.
Norah then proceeded to unpack her medical supplies and started treating Devonte.
Kason, initially keen to delve deeper, chose instead to remain silent, not wishing to interrupt her work. Observing her focused demeanor, he decided to step outside, quietly closing the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Madeline, dressed in scanty attire, nestled against Derek on the large bed and said in a sweet voice, “Derek, my parents will soon return. When might we sit down to discuss our wedding plans?”
Her expression was a mix of sweetness and anticipation for their shared future.
Derek found himself momentarily captivated by her outlook. The realization of his long-held aspiration left him wondering if this was the happiness he sought.
Two years ago, in a bid to stop Madeline from leaving the country, Derek had rushed to the airport, resulting in a severe accident that left him unconscious. He spent a year bedridden. Upon awakening, the first face he saw was Norah’s, clad in plain clothes, looking at him with a pleasantly surprised expression.
Derek held the woman he desired in his embrace, and their wedding was just around the corner. Yet, he found himself hesitating.
Seeing Derek lost in thought, Madeline gently shook his shoulder and said with a pout, “I know you’re busy. If you’re too busy, we can chat later when you’re free. Right now, your career comes first.”
Wrapping his arm around her, Derek reassured her, “You’re my priority, not work. When will your parents arrive? I’ll make time for them.”
“You’re so kind, Derek!” Madeline smiled. “I asked my parents, and they said they’d be back in three days.”
Madeline’s parents had spent the past year overseas on business.
Derek tenderly held her face, sealing his words with a kiss. “I’ll do it because I love you. Whatever you wish, consider it yours.”
Madeline hesitated before voicing her desire, “What I truly wish for is that lakeside villa to be our wedding house.” Her eyes shone with hope.
Derek frowned, scowling. “That villa is meant for Norah. You should choose another place.”
Remembering Norah’s words, he gritted his teeth. What a wild one she was! Ever since she left the Carter family, she had been hooking up with… If it weren’t for her help in his recovery from the coma, he wouldn’t have given her a penny.
“Derek, Norah doesn’t deserve our kindness. We’ve been so good to her, but she treats us poorly and gets involved with Mr. Scott. Maybe they’ve been seeing each other for a while!” Madeline clung to him, unable to conceal the jealousy shining in her eyes.
Madeline knew Derek hadn’t completely let go of Norah yet. If he had, he would have said yes to her request. She hadn’t done everything she needed to; she still had to break Derek’s obsession with Norah.
She had indeed underestimated Norah. Remembering Norah from the racetrack, Madeline clenched her teeth in frustration and jealousy. Why did that woman have to be so impressive? Norah had held the top spot on the list for years.
Derek, holding Madeline’s hand, vowed, “Madeline, I’ll make sure you get what you desire. As for the villa, my grandmother insists it’s for Norah.”
“Well, perhaps the hilltop villa might suffice,” Madeline conceded, masking her envy and bitterness.
Meanwhile, Norah had been tending to Devonte for over two hours, her hands trembling slightly as she finished. Devonte had so many illnesses that she had to address the most urgent ones, which took a long time. She broke a sweat from the effort.
As Kason entered the room, he found that Norah had completed her treatment, and Devonte was now resting peacefully, a calm look on his face. He softened his tone and quietly said, “Miss Wilson, please follow me.”
Upon entering the living room, Norah noticed Kason’s thoughtful preparation. The table was filled with a variety of delicious dishes. “I wasn’t sure about your dietary preferences,” he admitted.
A servant promptly offered Norah a seat at the table. All the staff in the villa was responsible for Devonte’s care.
Norah took her seat and expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Mr. Hayes.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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