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Leading them was Westin Pierce, a distinguished figure in the medical field, his silver hair combed neatly back. The moment he spotted Brenna, his face lit up with recognition.
“Brenna, it’s you!” he exclaimed, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. “I heard some fools claimed a young woman was pretending to be a doctor, and we were summoned to expose a fraud. Clearly, they were mistaken!” he said.
Landen shrank back, his face burning with shame.
Christopher approached Westin with a polite nod. “Uncle Westin, I see they managed to drag you into this mess.”
After Christopher gave him a quick rundown of the situation, Westin scoffed, shaking his head. “Utter foolishness! They were so arrogant to do something like that! Just because they lack the skill doesn’t mean everyone else does.”
He then turned to Brenna, his gaze warm as he said, “Ignore them. Go ahead and treat Vincent-we’d also be honored to learn something from you.”
Brenna gave him a respectful nod. “Alright. By the way, how has your health been recently?”
Before Westin could reply, Brenna caught sight of the Barrett family loitering near the door, their faces twisted with conflicting emotions. Isabella leaned toward Ruby and whispered, “Mom, didn’t you say Brenna never even finished grade school? How is her medical skill so good?”
Ruby’s expression was one of pure disbelief. “How would I know? She’s actually the last student of Dr. Pierce! How is that even possible?” she said.
Meanwhile, Alec’s mind was working in a different direction. “If she’s really that talented in medicine, maybe we should let her examine my mother later,” he said.
Ruby nodded in agreement. “Maybe we should bring her back into the family. With her status as Dr. Pierce’s renowned student, we could gain incredible connections through her.”
Alec seemed to agree and nodded, but Isabella immediately objected. “No way! If we let her back, she’ll outshine me. And what if she steals my fiance from me?”
Inside the hospital room, Brenna focused on Vincent, carefully retrieving a set of disposable needles from her medical kit. With precise movements, she began the acupuncture treatment, targeting his head first before following the meridians down the left side of his body.
A hush fell over the room. Then, miraculously, Vincent’s fingers twitched ever so slightly.
The Mitchell family members were all very surprised to see that.
“The doctors said Grandpa wouldn’t be able to move his left side for at least six months,” Ethan said with a smile, his voice laced with astonishment. “But Dad-his fingers just moved!”
Emmett, equally amazed, chuckled. “I saw it. Dr. Harper truly lives up to her reputation as Dr. Pierce’s student. Her skills are remarkable!” he exclaimed.
Brenna calmly finished the acupuncture treatment and turned to Ethan. “It’s just a small movement, nothing significant. This is just the beginning. It’s a small sign of improvement, proving that Mr. Mitchell’s nerves are still intact. With continued treatment, he will gradually recover,” she said.
Ethan, thoroughly impressed, smiled. “You’re very humble. We’ve invited numerous specialists before, and none have achieved what you just did,” he said.
He pulled a tissue from his pocket and helped wipe the sweat from Brenna’s forehead. “Thank you for your work. Let me treat you to lunch later.”
Brenna blinked, slightly caught off guard. She had been paid for the treatment, after all-she was just doing her job. Why was he thanking her like this?
“There’s no need for that,” she responded flatly.
The elders of the Mitchell family didn’t miss the exchange between Ethan and Brenna, but it was Emmett who paid the closest attention. He had been watching his son carefully and had already noticed how unusually attentive Ethan was toward Brenna, especially when he personally wiped the sweat from her forehead-something completely out of character for him.
If a woman tripped and scraped her knee in front of Ethan, he wouldn’t even spare her a glance. But now, he was not only paying attention to Brenna but also personally caring for her.
Ethan believed that if his son was truly interested in this young doctor, then the two hundred million spent to bring her here was well worth it.
Meanwhile, Vincent’s mouth trembled as he struggled to form words. He looked at Brenna, wanting to ask if she had a boyfriend.
The lingering effects of his hemiplegia made it difficult for him to control his facial muscles, rendering his speech garbled and incoherent. Frustrated, he tapped the bed with his hand, making a soft thud.
“Dad!” Emmett and his brothers rushed over, alarmed by the sudden movement. Concern filled their faces as they asked anxiously, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Vincent’s fingers trembled as he pointed toward Ethan. His voice, though weak, carried urgency. “Thank… her…”
At last, the Mitchell family grasped the situation and let out a collective sigh of relief. Their initial fear that Vincent was in distress faded. They had feared that Brenna had hurt him while treating him earlier.
Ethan held his grandfather’s frail hand. “Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll make sure Dr. Harper is properly thanked,” he said.
Vincent managed a slight nod, his approval clear. It wasn’t just Brenna’s striking eyes that left an impression on him-her remarkable medical expertise spoke volumes. In his mind, she was a perfect match for his grandson. Placing Ethan’s hand on the bedside, he tapped it twice, silently instructing him to stay put before reaching out toward Brenna. Having encountered similar cases before, Brenna quickly recognized his intent. Without hesitation, she extended her hand, understanding Vincent wanted her to do that.
“Mr. Mitchell, rest assured. Over the next month, I’ll administer acupuncture daily. Your condition will improve steadily, and within a month, you’ll be able to walk again,” Brenna said.
Brenna offered Vincent a reassuring smile, prompting him to nod once more, even managing a faint smile. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he clasped Brenna’s hand and placed it in Ethan’s. With great effort, he struggled to say, “Grand… daughter… in-law!”
Ethan, more than willing to hear that, tightened his hold on Brenna’s hand. Seeing his grandfather in high spirits, he decided to seize the moment to break the news. With both hands now firmly clasping Brenna’s, he said something that stunned the entire room.
“Grandpa, I have good news for you. Years ago, after Mr. Harper saved my father’s life, our families arranged a marriage alliance. Dr. Harper is a Harper family member. Once you’re fully recovered, I’ll marry her.”
A deep chuckle escaped Vincent’s lips, his frail shoulders trembling with joy. “Good… This is good.”
The rest of the Mitchell family exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. Could such a coincidence truly exist? Brenna was a member of the Harper family?
Emmett, still processing the revelation, narrowed his eyes. “Ethan, is this true?” he asked.
After all, neither of the Harper daughters-Rosie or Audrey-had any background in medicine. He distinctly recalled that both had studied finance and business.
Noticing the surprise in everyone’s eyes, Ethan explained, “Mr. Shepard Harper has a daughter who went missing years ago. She’s the one. The Harper family just found her recently.”
With that, the Mitchells now understood the situation. They recalled the Barrett family had stirred up trouble earlier, and everything became clear to them now.
Emmett let out a slow breath, nodding. His mind drifted back to the accusations from the Barretts, particularly their claim that Brenna hadn’t even completed grade school. From the way things were unfolding, it was clear they had mistreated Brenna. He frowned, displeased by how poorly she had been treated.
“Miss Harper, you grew up with the Barrett family?” he asked.