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Rosemarie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”
“Absolutely,” Wesley affirmed.
Rosemarie hesitated, uncertainty in her expression. “I don’t want to trouble someone so important… It’s just a small thing.”
Wesley shook his head, determined. “Getting you healed would mean a lot to everyone in this town!”
Rosemarie opened her mouth to speak, but Wesley cut her off with firm resolve. “I’m going to talk to my grandfather. I have to find Dr. Mia.” Rosemarie fell silent.
Upon arriving home, Wesley immediately sought out his grandfather. With his parents being unreliable, it had always been Clayton Lambert, his grandfather, who had cherished and spoiled Wesley since he was a boy.
“Grandfather,” Wesley called as he stepped into his grandfather’s study.
Clayton looked up with a pleased expression. “Back early today, are you?”
“Yes, Grandfather, I need to ask you something,” Wesley replied, quickly sitting across from him, his eagerness barely contained.
“Oh? Let’s hear it,” Clayton said with a curious smile.
“Grandfather, do you still have Dr. Mia’s contact information?” Wesley asked.
Clayton’s smile faltered slightly as he responded, “Why the sudden interest?”
“I have a friend who needs her help,” Wesley explained, his anticipation palpable.
Clayton had never denied any of his requests before, and Wesley counted on that now.
This time, however, Clayton hesitated for a long moment before finally saying, “Dr. Mia is… not easy to reach. I don’t have her contact anymore.”
Wesley’s heart sank. “But, Grandfather, you gave her a lot of money back then, didn’t you? Isn’t she concerned about your health? How would you get in touch with her if you were to fall ill again?”
“Dr. Mia has a sharp sense for these things. I haven’t had any issues over the years,” Clayton reassured him.
Wesley’s heart sank even further. If even his grandfather couldn’t contact Dr. Mia, then who could?
Feeling utterly defeated, he left in silence.
Clayton watched Wesley walk away, his gaze growing thoughtful.
For the next two days, Wesley stayed in his room, not stepping outside once. Clayton heard of this and, concerned, came to knock on Wesley’s door.
“Grandfather,” Wesley opened the door, looking like a shadow of his usually lively self—his expression somber, his face pale, and his energy drained. Clayton felt a sharp pang of worry for Wesley.
His son had been reckless, with countless illegitimate children scattered around, and his daughter-in-law equally negligent. Neither had ever shown any real care for Wesley, leaving Clayton to raise him from a young age, always fearing that the boy might follow in his father’s footsteps.
But Wesley had turned out to be thoughtful and well-mannered, never causing trouble, except for the occasional bout of harmless mischief.
“What’s troubling you, Wesley?” Clayton asked, his voice laced with concern.
“Grandfather, I really want to help my idol,” Wesley explained. “She has an old injury, and if it could be healed, she’d be unstoppable in the competition.”
Clayton nodded knowingly, well aware of who Wesley meant. He had often heard Wesley speak of Rosemarie at home, idolizing her.
Clayton was quiet for a few moments.
“I’ll contact Dr. Mia for you,” he said at last.
Wesley’s face lit up with anticipation. “Really, Grandfather?”
“Yes. But all I can do is arrange the meeting. Whether she agrees to help is entirely up to her.”
“Grandfather, that’s more than enough!” Wesley’s excitement was evident. He already had a plan to convince Dr. Mia to help Rosemarie—money would surely do the trick. After getting the location, Wesley wasted no time and contacted Rosemarie, arranging for them to meet Mia the very next day.
The following day, Wesley and Rosemarie made their way to a restaurant, anticipation rising within them. After providing the code, they were ushered into an exclusive private room on the second floor.
The atmosphere was tranquil, adorned with elegant d?cor that exuded timeless charm. Wesley could hardly contain his excitement. He was about to meet the legendary Dr. Mia.
They sat in hushed anticipation. As the clock struck the appointed hour, a slightly eager waiter’s voice drifted in from the doorway, “Good day.”
“Good day,” came the low, composed reply.
Both Wesley and Rosemarie turned their gaze toward the door, their hearts racing as they awaited the much-anticipated entrance of Dr. Mia.
At that moment, Rosemarie sprang to her feet, saying, “Wesley, I’m feeling a bit jittery. I think I’ll step out to the restroom.”
Wesley nodded, his own nerves mirroring hers.
Rosemarie was away for a moment.
Soon, she returned, accompanied by a woman whose face was covered by a veil.
The moment Wesley laid eyes on the veiled woman, recognition washed over him, and he quickly exclaimed, “Hello, Mia. I’m Wesley.”
Isabella, who had come at Clayton’s request, hadn’t anticipated that the visitors she was meant to meet would be Wesley and the impostor.
“What do you need from me?” she asked, her tone frosty.
Wesley felt an inexplicable weight pressing down on him. True to her reputation, the legendary Dr. Mia exuded an air of formidable authority. He hesitantly began, “Mia, this is my friend. She injured her knee in a racing accident and hasn’t found a cure, despite seeking help from various places. I hope you can assist her.”
Isabella turned her gaze to Rosemarie, who looked back at her with eyes filled with hope. “Dr. Mia, I’ve admired you for so long.”
“Let me take a look at your injury,” Isabella said.
Rosemarie swiftly rolled up her pant leg. The injury was genuine, causing her discomfort on rainy days, though she managed to cope otherwise. In her last race against Isabella, she had intentionally cut her knee to sidestep the humiliation of defeat.
Isabella placed her hand on Rosemarie’s knee.
“This is an injury from five years ago, yet the pain still flares up occasionally,” Isabella remarked with calm precision.
“Exactly. You’re truly a legendary doctor,” Rosemarie exclaimed, her voice brimming with admiration.
Wesley, overjoyed, added, “Dr. Mia, you’re incredible! Please, tell us how to treat Rosemarie’s injury properly so she won’t have to worry about it acting up during competitions anymore. Last time, it cost her the race. If she’s fully healed, she could compete internationally and finally take on those arrogant foreign racers!”
His excitement was palpable—he could finally help his idol. And if Rosemarie’s leg healed, she could lead their team to international victory, achieving fame and glory. Lost in his enthusiasm, Wesley didn’t notice Rosemarie’s subtle sigh of relief.
She had worried that Dr. Mia might see through her deception about the injury’s severity, so she had bribed the doctor in advance.
Suddenly, Isabella tapped Wesley’s knee gently.
Though taken aback, he looked at her in puzzlement.
“Dr. Mia, what are you doing?” he asked.
Isabella met his gaze. “How do you feel?”
Wesley replied, still confused, “Exactly?”
“That’s what it feels like when this so-called ‘old injury’ flares up,” Isabella said.
Wesley was stunned. “Really?”
“Yes. Even though it’s an old injury, it barely affects anything,” Isabella said, her tone turning stern. “Did you invite me here for something so trivial? Do you understand how grave your grandfather’s condition was when he came to me back then? He was coughing up blood daily, on the brink of death. Every patient I treat faces life and death. By asking me to see her, you’re taking time away from those who are truly in need.”
Her words weighed heavily on Wesley, and he found himself unable to lift his gaze. He knew all too well the suffering his grandfather had endured back then. Embarrassed, he turned to Rosemarie, disbelief evident in his expression.
“Rosemarie, if this old injury isn’t serious, why did it affect the competition?”
Caught off guard, Rosemarie glanced at Isabella, a trace of confusion flickering across her face. Hadn’t she struck a deal with the doctor?
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