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Isabella frowned slightly, gripping the blanket a little tighter, and the once romantic atmosphere gradually dissipated.
She looked at Samuel, her mind filled with countless thoughts, but she didn’t know how to begin.
Samuel tucked her in, a slight smile on his lips. “There’s a dinner party coming up, and I need someone to accompany me. Would you be available?”
If he hadn’t changed the topic, Isabella might not have slept well that night.
Isabella was a bit surprised. It was the first time Samuel had officially taken her to such events.
Earlier, they had a verbal agreement to temporarily keep their relationship under wraps.
She turned to meet Samuel’s deep eyes, and at that moment, she didn’t want to refuse
Isabella’s lips curved into a smile as she replied. “Sure, just let me know when the time is set.
Even though she couldn’t meet Samuel’s expectations right now
But she had to fully embrace the role of Mrs. Howerton, leaving him no reason for concern.
She thought. Samuel has done so much for me; a dinner party is really a minor thing‘
He tightened his grip on Isabella’s arm, leaned close to her ear with a playful smile, and said, “Alright, it’s getting late, let sleep.”
Their closeness instantly eased the awkward atmosphere between them.
Isabella nodded against his shoulder, responding softly, “Mm.”
Only then did Samuel turn and switch off the lamp on the nightstand.
The room was silent, yet a warm and cozy feeling flowed between them.
Isabella leaned on his shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, and almost unconsciously moved a little closer.
This reaction left Isabella momentarily stunned.
But she didn’t turn away; instead, she slightly curled her lips and closed her eyes.
That seemed just fine.
She had the best sleep she’d had in a long time,
In the premium suite of the inpatient department of the St Clare Hospital, neat and clean furniture was arranged, and even the coffee table had a bouquet of lilies on it, adding a touch of floral fragrance to the typically antiseptic–smelling hospital. A middle–aged man lay gaunt on the hospital bed. The monitor beeped steadily, but his heart rate was very slow. Wearing a chestnut–colored shirt, Brittany Patterson sat by the hospital bed. Her pretty face was streaked with tears as she softly sobbed. “Dad, you have to get better.
For years, her father had been the best to her. If he was gone, Brittany wouldn’t even know how to live in the future.
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But lying on the hospital bed, Floyd Patterson just kept his eyes closed, without any response. Tears rolled down Brittany’s face as she felt trapped. Although she was the heiress of the Patterson Group, her grandfather still called the shots.
He always held her father, Floyd, in high regard; however, now loyd was bedridden. Meanwhile, her uncle’s family was trying to seize control. They constantly plotted against her and her mom, making their lives a nightmare.
At this moment, the door to the hospital room was pushed open A doctor in a white coat stepped in, approached with an apologetic look and said, “Ms. Patterson, we’ve done all we can fer your father. Now, we can only choose conservative
treatment.”
Brittany clutched Floyd’s hand tighter, unwilling to accept the reality.
She shook her head in disbelief and said, “No, my dad will be okay!”
Turning back to the doctor, Brittany fell to her knees in front of him, pleading, “Doctor, please save my dad. Our family has plenty of money. Whatever amount you want, I’ll give it to you.
She thought, ‘My father absolutely can’t die. The Patterson family can’t afford any–setbacks either.
The doctor looked at Brittany with a troubled expression and quickly moved to help her up, saying, “Hey, it’s not about the
money.
Situations like these played out in the hospital almost every day, as doctors wanted to help but were often powerless.
They did their best to save those they could. For those they couldn’t, they had no choice but to give up.
But Brittany remained kneeling on the ground, refusing to get up, staying put.
The doctor, unable to do much, sighed and said, “If you truly want to save him, there’s still a way.”
Brittany’s eyes lit up with joy as she looked at the doctor and asked, “Really? What’s the way?”
She thought, ‘As long as there’s a way, it’s all good. Then everything might have a chance to turn around.
The doctor nodded and continued, ‘Dr. Lovett, she can definitely save your dad.”
She’s a legendary figure, an icon for many med students.
Brittany was stunned, with a hint of doubt in her eyes as she looked at the doctor, “Can she really?”
She had seen that reality show and knew about this person.
But she thought Dr. Lovett was just a character hyped up by the show and never expected her to be real.
The doctor nodded emphatically at Brittany, “Yes, she has cured many complex illnesses. If she takes action, your dad’s condition might not be an issue.”
At that moment, hope ignited in Brittany’s heart.
She stood up from the ground and bowed deeply to the doctor, saying. Thank you, doctor, I know what to do now.”
The doctor waved his hand and said, “No need to thank me, it’s all up to you now.”
He then stopped talking, gave Brittany a few tips on taking care of the patient, and left the room.
Brittany glanced at Floyd lying on the hospital bed. She walked over to him, wiped the tears off her face, and held his hand, saying, “Dad, there’s hope for you!”
She thought. “Even the doctors acknowledged Dr. Lovett’s skills, so I have to invite her to take a look.
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Brittany’s hips curved to a gnile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She was willing to pay any price to have her come.
Brittany took out her phone and immediately sent a message to her secretary.
Brittany [Get me all the mformation you can find on Dr. Lovetl
A reply came back quickly.
Gillan [Got it.]
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By that afternoon, she had gathered all the information she needed and knew that Isabella worked at the Stout Group. She drove directly to their building almost immediately.
She waited in the parking lot by the building entrance until it was dark.
The streetlights gradually lit up around her. Brittany grew impatient, but knowing this was her father‘ only opportunity, she persevered despite the difficulty.
At that moment, a stunning figure appeared at the entrance of the Stout Group. She wore a fitted, off–white dress–her posture was graceful and her beauty incomparable.
Holding her phone, Brittany checked several times to confirm that the woman was indeed Dr. Lovett.
She quickly opened the car door and jogged towards Isabella.
Brittany, slightly out of breath, stood in front of Isabella and nodded politely, saying “Hello, are you Dr. Lovett?”
Seeing Isabella made her heartbeat increase uncontrollably.
Isabella looked at the girl in front of her with some confusion, “Yes, can I help you with something?”
Brittany felt a burst of happiness inside; she had found the right person.
But her face was already streaked with tears, and she acted as if to kneel before Isabella, “Please, save my dad.”
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly supported her.
Many people around gave curious looks, but Brittany continued to sob. “My dad’s very sick now, the doctors have lost hope, and it was so hard for me to find you.”
Afraid Isabella might refuse, she quickly added, “As long as you save my dad, you can name any condition.”
Isabella frowned slightly, supporting her arm to stop her from kneeling, “Stand up first, who’s your dad? Explain the situation, because kneeling won’t solve anything.”
Wiping the tears from her face, Brittany finally answered Isabella, “My dad is Floyd, the president of the Patterson Group.
Isabella’s face suddenly darkened.
