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Chapter 88: Why Do You Refuse to Heal Mr. Yarwood?
Wynter didn’t notice the subtle shift in Dalton’s demeanor. Her long eyelashes brushed against her cheeks as she looked down, her mind focused on the task at hand. But Dalton, sensing the distance between them, shifted his gaze away, and his voice became hoarse as he asked, “How do you plan to open the clinic?”
“I’m still planning,” Wynter replied casually, a chuckle escaping her lips. She lifted her head, the teardrop-shaped mole on her cheek becoming even more prominent. “Grandma wants everyone to have access to care, so yesterday wasn’t the right time to go forward with it.”
Dalton nodded, seemingly understanding. He had originally wanted to offer her some medical resources through Ethan, but it seemed that Wynter had her own plans. If he interfered too much, she might not accept his help willingly.
Wynter admired his non-intrusive approach. She raised her teacup and clinked it gently against his. “When the time comes, make sure you’re prepared.”
Ethan, observing the exchange, thought to himself, Does Mr. Yarwood not care enough to pay attention to her? The only thing he’s not doing is sleeping in her clinic! But he wisely kept this thought to himself.
Dalton had even allowed them to park the Maybeck outside the alley. Ethan couldn’t help but notice how much Dalton seemed to cherish Dr. Genius, his rare moments of generosity and care not lost on him.
Dalton set his teacup down slowly, his expression turning more serious. “I heard that you don’t intend to treat Mr. Yarwood’s illness.”
Wynter raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Him?” She leaned in a little closer, her tone playful yet probing. “Where did you hear that? I thought I was the only one who knew about it.”
She had, after all, turned down the Yarwoods’ request earlier that morning while still half-asleep. How did Dalton know about it?
Dalton merely coughed lightly, masking a deeper discomfort. “I have my ways.”
Wynter nodded, her eyes narrowing with understanding. “Makes sense. You’re from the Quinnells in Kingbourne.”
Dalton didn’t answer directly. Instead, he pressed on with another question, “Why did you refuse to treat him?”
Ethan, also curious, shifted slightly, eager to hear her answer. He had his own thoughts about the situation, but this was a side of Wynter he hadn’t fully understood yet.
Originally, Theo had suggested that Dr. Genius accompany them back to Kingbourne for Mr. Yarwood’s treatment. Dalton, in a rare moment of good humor, had even cleared his schedule to fetch her personally. He had ordered the kitchen to prepare Cascadia cuisine, hoping to bring her some comfort.
But then, news arrived at the manor that Empathy Clinic had rejected the Yarwoods’ offer.
Dalton’s mood had soured, his cough worsening, but he kept it all under control, not revealing any of his frustration. He still attended an international conference and even finalized his trip to Emstia. Yet, the thought of her refusal lingered in his mind.
Ethan had suggested, after the conference, “Why don’t we go to Dr. Genius’ place? It’s been a while since you’ve been there. Maybe she’s missing you.”
And so, they came to Waterview Alley.
Ethan had hoped to ask her about the refusal as soon as they arrived, but Dalton remained so calm, it seemed as though whether or not Dr. Genius treated Mr. Yarwood wasn’t something that directly concerned him.
Wynter, sensing the tension, glanced up at him, her expression curious. “Do you have a good relationship with Mr. Yarwood?”
Dalton’s fingers froze around his teacup. “So-so.”
She rested her chin lazily in her palm. “Then I’ll tell you my real thoughts. I’m not the only one who can treat Mr. Yarwood. The Lopezes are also highly skilled.”
Dalton’s gaze fell to the black locust resting on the table. His face grew slightly paler, though his presence remained as dignified as ever. “But I’ve heard the Lopezes have already diagnosed his condition. They can’t cure him.”
Wynter smiled lightly, her tone measured but firm. “He can always go overseas. With the Yarwoods’ financial resources, there are bound to be many renowned doctors abroad who would line up to treat him.”
Ethan, who had been listening closely, was almost ready to explode with frustration. What’s going on with Dr. Genius? Isn’t it a doctor’s responsibility to heal the sick?
Dalton, catching the frustration in her words, looked at her carefully, his eyes studying her intently. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Do you have a grudge against the Yarwoods?”
