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Chapter 39: She Was Really Poor
Wynter had no idea that after Ryan had taken her home yesterday, he had told everyone that she was “very poor.”
When Dalton looked at her with a questioning expression, she simply replied, “I haven’t treated you yet. Why would I charge a treatment fee?”
“It’s for the lozenges you gave me yesterday,” Dalton said smoothly, then gestured for Ethan to pass her something.
Ethan, who had actually been waiting to ask when Dr. Genius would treat Dalton, quickly handed her a black card with gold lettering. “Dr. Genius.”
Wynter glanced at the card but shook her head. “Let’s discuss this after I’ve treated him.” She began packing up her first aid kit.
Ethan blinked, confused. “Dr. Genius, what are you doing?”
“Packing up,” Wynter answered, still puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
Ethan’s face flushed slightly. “You haven’t treated my master with acupuncture yet.”
“Oh, him?” Wynter glanced at Dalton, then walked toward him. “Are you in a hurry?”
Dalton’s voice was calm, almost soothing. “It’s up to you.”
Wynter thought for a moment before smiling. “Then you come with me.”
“Come with you? Where are we going?” Ethan and Dr. Lopez exchanged a look of confusion.
Dalton, however, simply nodded. “Okay.”
Wynter turned to Fabian to say goodbye.
Fabian, still wanting to follow, was stopped by Hugo. “Mr. Quinnell, you’re still recovering. Dr. Genius said you need rest.”
Fabian stood up, leaning on his cane, his eyes lingering on the window, watching the graceful figure of Wynter. “If my little princess were here, she would be about her age.”
“Mr. Quinnell, Ms. Quinnell is blessed with good fortune,” Hugo said, lowering his gaze before continuing, “We’re already in Southdale. We’ll eventually locate Ms. Quinnell.”
Fabian’s eyes sharpened with a mix of urgency and concern.
“Go. Send people to Havenlight County again. Make it high-profile this time. Pay anyone who provides information. I need to know what’s really going on.”
“Yes, sir,” Hugo replied, accepting the command without hesitation.
The wind rustled through the treetops outside the window as the weather took on a cooler tone.
The group walked through Daisy Alley outside the hospital, a place Dr. Lopez had never noticed before despite having worked in the area for quite some time. The alley was run-down, a sharp contrast to the polished world of the hospital.
“Sir, please walk carefully,” Ethan said, his voice tinged with concern as he lifted and lowered the umbrella that he was holding for Dalton.
Dalton, his finely crafted leather shoes clicking on the bluestone pavement, looked out of place in this gritty setting. His posture and demeanor, however, remained impeccable, his presence almost regal despite the surroundings.
“We’re here,” Wynter said, stopping in front of a modest building.
Against the backdrop of green tiles and white walls, Dalton—his star-like face and tall figure—seemed almost like a model, perfectly out of place in the alley.
“Wynter, is this your friend?” Susan, who had come outside to pour water, was surprised at the sight of the newcomer. “He doesn’t look like someone from around here.”
Ethan turned slightly, blocking Susan’s gaze.
Susan took a step back, startled. “My goodness! So fierce.”
Seeing the scar on Ethan’s face, Susan quickly pulled Wynter aside. “Wynter, if your family is in trouble, just say it. It’s okay even if someone’s chasing you for debts.”
Wynter chuckled softly. “Susan, you misunderstood. He’s a patient.”
“A patient?” Susan exclaimed. “He must be here for your grandma’s massage, right?”
Wynter didn’t deny it. “Yes.”
Susan urged her, her voice a bit frantic. “Then you better hurry! He looks so fierce, and the other one is extremely handsome! They must be very wealthy—this could be a big deal for the Yates family!”
Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to the conversation, his gaze fixed on the signboard in front of the building. His eyes lingered on it for five long seconds before he finally came to a conclusion.
She was really poor.
