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Chapter 37: Dalton Wanted to Break Off the Engagement
When Fabian heard the words “one of us,” he found them oddly curious. “Since when did you consider yourself ‘one of us’?” he asked, his tone sharp.
Dalton shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off his sleeve. “Mr. Quinnell, I’m just like you now. My life’s in Dr. Genius’s hands,” he said with a wry smile. “Of course, I have to stay on her good side.”
Fabian didn’t know whether to believe him. Dalton was a puzzle, always difficult to read. Though outwardly frail and sickly, he was far more cunning than he let on. Fabian couldn’t help but wonder if arranging the engagement between his precious little princess and Dalton had been a wise decision. On one hand, the young man was undeniably handsome—every woman in their circle seemed to admire him. But no, he had to keep him around for his daughter. He couldn’t let him break off the engagement so easily.
“So, you’re telling me that your illness can be cured?” Fabian grunted. “Then why on earth are you talking about calling off the engagement?”
Dalton’s expression soured. “Mr. Quinnell, let’s not mix things up.”
“I won’t agree to it, anyway,” Fabian shot back, dismissing him. “If you really want to call it off, wait for my little princess to return. Say it to her face.”
Dalton considered his words. He knew there was room for negotiation. “I’ll have The Shadows and Ryan Lloyd keep searching,” he replied, nodding in acknowledgment.
“Now that’s more like it,” Fabian said with a satisfied look. While having an engagement called off wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, he took it in stride and turned his attention to Wynter. “Sorry, Dr. Genius. I hope you don’t mind.”
Wynter smiled politely and shook her head, then brought over her first aid kit. “Shall we begin today’s treatment?”
Fabian was even more impressed with this young doctor. From the moment she entered, there was a quiet resilience in her eyes, as though she was entirely focused on her purpose, regardless of the circumstances or who was in the room.
Having been in business for many years, Fabian had met countless people, but he admired those who knew exactly what they were doing and did it without hesitation. This young lady was a perfect example. Even if she wasn’t the savior of the Quinnell family, her future seemed destined for greatness.
“What did you eat this morning? And what medications have you taken? I need to know your diet and prescriptions before we proceed with the acupuncture,” Wynter asked in a professional tone.
Fabian, unable to recall such details, immediately called for Dr. Lopez from the hospital. Dr. Lopez was eager to assist and rushed over as soon as he was called.
Once the records were checked, Wynter began the acupuncture treatment. Her hands moved with remarkable precision, expertly finding the right joints and acupoints.
At first, Fabian hadn’t paid much attention. But as the silver needle pricked his skin, a cool sensation began to spread from the point of contact, flowing through his body. It was invigorating, like a rush of clarity washing over him. The weight he had been carrying for the past few days seemed to lift, and the dull, persistent pain in his chest mysteriously vanished.
Fabian sat up in astonishment.
Beside him, Dalton appeared entirely unfazed, as though this were a routine occurrence for him.
Dr. Lopez, who had come to assist, stood with wide eyes, staring at Wynter as if she were a living, breathing research subject. What exactly was going on here?
Wynter twirled the needle in her fingers and spoke, her voice calm. “Mr. Quinnell, you should take better care of yourself. Cut down on cigarettes and eat more vegetables.”
Fabian nodded, still processing the sensation he was experiencing. Unable to resist, he asked, “Dr. Genius, where did you place that needle? It feels like all my illness has vanished with just one prick.”
