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Chapter 93: Who Is the Special Patient
Wanda immediately took note of the situation, nodding as she invited everyone to try the desserts. However, her gaze kept drifting back to the girl—Naomi Quinnell. There was no mistaking it: Naomi exuded wealth, but not just any kind of wealth. It was the kind that came effortlessly, the kind that made others envious.
In their circle, many had money, but there were clear distinctions in wealth. The ladies could buy a few Hermès bags here and there, but Naomi Quinnell’s lifestyle was something else entirely. For her, the cost of luxury items seemed irrelevant.
The girl had already taken a seat at the table. The woman who had opened the door for her was not a friend, but her housekeeper.
“Ms. Naomi, I’ll ask them to prepare whatever you want,” the housekeeper said.
Naomi Quinnell’s voice was soft and pleasant. “Aunt Fiona, please sit down. You don’t have to wait on me all the time.”
Fiona Young, the middle-aged housekeeper, was unyielding in her responsibility. “How can I let you be? I must take care of you.”
Naomi sighed in amusement, ready to place her order, but before she could, a bodyguard appeared, his expression tense.
“Ms. Naomi, why are you here? Didn’t you ask Mr. Lloyd to call a doctor for you?” he inquired.
Naomi blinked in confusion. “Call the doctor?”
Then, her expression shifted as she began to understand. She glanced at her housekeeper. “Aunt Fiona?”
Fiona simply smiled, calm and composed. “Ms. Naomi, it’s nothing serious. Your appetite’s been off lately. I heard there are many renowned doctors in Southdale, so I thought it might be a good idea to have one come over.”
Naomi sighed again, this time with a resigned smile. “Okay.”
She knew that Fiona often acted without consulting her, but the woman had been with Naomi since childhood. Even when Fiona did something out of the ordinary, Naomi never had the heart to object.
The bodyguard, not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side, repeated, “Mr. Lloyd and the doctor have arrived.”
Fiona quickly started setting the table for Naomi. “Let them wait in the lobby. Ms. Naomi will join them after she finishes her meal.”
The bodyguard hesitated. “But…”
Naomi, ever the picture of grace, smiled gently, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Please tell them to wait a little while longer. I’m too hungry. Thank you for understanding.”
Her kindness and poise didn’t go unnoticed. The people around her admired her, not only for her wealth but for the way she treated others with such respect. They wondered which doctor had the privilege of treating someone like Ms. Quinnell—such a rare opportunity to gain access to that level of wealth and influence.
Wanda, seated at a nearby table, couldn’t help but envy Naomi.
The bodyguard, however, seemed reluctant to deliver the message. “They’re in a hurry. Perhaps Ms. Young should come with me to explain.”
Fiona’s expression stiffened. “Why bother me with such trivialities? It’s just a doctor from a small town. She can wait a little while longer.”
The bodyguard was torn. “But it’s Dr. Genius! Mr. Quinnell Senior himself treats her with great respect!”
Fiona’s smile faded slightly. She couldn’t hide her annoyance at the idea that a doctor, whom she regarded as ‘just a small-town practitioner,’ was being treated with such deference. She couldn’t understand why they couldn’t just wait.
Naomi, sensing the growing tension, glanced at Fiona and said gently, “Go ahead and explain to them.”
Fiona nodded curtly, but inwardly, she was seething. She felt that the doctor’s time should be no more precious than her own.
Meanwhile, Wynter and Ryan had been waiting in the hotel lobby for nearly twenty minutes. Ryan paced back and forth, his anxiety growing with each passing moment.
Though the weather wasn’t particularly hot, Ryan’s stress had taken its toll. He was sweating profusely, a stark contrast to his usual self, and his discomfort was evident. His big belly and short stature made him seem even more disheveled as he hurried around.
Wynter glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow. “Ryan, is this how you’ve been acting lately?”
“What?” Ryan wiped the sweat from his forehead, not fully realizing how off his behavior had become.
Wynter’s keen eyes caught his condition instantly. She reached out and gently pressed her fingers to his wrist to feel his pulse. After a moment, she withdrew, her expression neutral.
“Excessive sweating, overeating, palpitation… You’ve developed hyperthyroidism, haven’t you?”
