Editor: Henyee Translations “How many ‘accidents’ do you think your life can afford?” Matthias’s voice was grave.
Knowing his brother was only worried about him, Miles lowered his head.
“I am really sorry, Matthias.
But please don’t tell Mom about this, okay?” On his way to the hospital, Matthias had already had someone verify Miles’s condition.
Fortunately, it really was nothing serious.
Ever since the car crash, their mother had rarely been sleeping well.
The last thing he wanted was for her to panic over another scare.
“Get some rest,” Matthias said.
“I’ll have someone drive you home later.
Don’t worry about mom.
I need to head to the office and take care of a few things.” As Matthias turned his wheelchair towards the door, Miles suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Matthias , you can’t go through with the marriage to Evelyn!” Matthias had no interest in discussing the subject.
Still, watching Miles lying on a hospital bed, he kept his temper in check.
“Let go,” he said evenly.
Miles didn’t release him.
Instead, his grip tightened.
“Matthias , trust me.
She isn’t a good person.
Neither of the Ashford sisters are.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Liars know how to manipulate the people around them.” His thought drifted back to the woman he had seen when he first regained consciousness.
The ethereal beauty who had saved him.
Excitement flushed across his face.
“Don’t marry Evelyn!
I’ve already found the perfect woman for you.
When I had the accident, I met someone incredible.
She saved my life.
The second I saw her, I knew she would be perfect for you.” His face suddenly darkened with regret.
“Only that I was taken away by the paramedics before I could ask for her contact.” Leaning forward, he became more animated.
“Why don’t you break off the engagement with the Ashfords?
Marry that girl instead.
I’ll find a way to track her down for you.
What do you think?” Matthias wondered if the accident had damaged any crucial part of Miles’s brain.
Matthias calmly answered.
“I didn’t raise you to talk about women behind their backs.” Miles stiffened.
“I am not ending the engagement with the Ashfords.
Stop acting like a child.” He wheeled himself towards the door, then paused and glanced back over his shoulder.
“And for the record, Evelyn’s not the ‘liar’ you claim.
She will be your sister-in-law.
Show some respect.
The Lowell family does not tolerate gossip or baseless accusations.” The door shut with a clean click, and Miles froze for a moment.
Then frustration surged through him.
What kind of spell did that woman cast on him?
His brother had only met Evelyn once, yet he was already defending her like this.
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became of one thing.
No matter what happened, he couldn’t let Evelyn marry into the Lowell family.
And now that he had seen someone far more suitable for his brother, there was no way he would back down.
Across the city, another meeting unfolded.
Golden maple leaves carpeted the sidewalks outside, and a crisp autumn chill lingered in the air.
Inside a private dining room in an upscale restaurant, two people sat across from each other.
It was a man and a woman, separated by a noticeable age gap.
The man appeared to be nearly sixty, grey streaks threading through his hair.
The woman was in her twenties, her long black hair cascading down her back.
The older man smiled warmly.
“Evelyn, ever since we parted in Greektown, I’ve tried so many times to arrange a meeting.
Fortunately, you finally have time for me.” He was Professor Edgar Freeman of Crestview Medical University, one of the most respected figures in academic medicine.
Years earlier, he had worked alongside Evelyn in Greektown.
Knowing he was teasing, she lifted her teacup with a smile and said, “I have been tied up with some personal matters.
My apologies, Professor Freeman.
Let me make it up to you with a toast.” When Edgar had first met her, he had assumed she was quiet, reserved, and far too young to be capable.
However, that opinion had changed completely after an emergency they handled together.
Evelyn was indeed extraordinary.
Since then, he had never doubted her abilities again.
Edgar raised his cup and lightly tapped it against hers.
“Evelyn, I will get straight to the point.
I invited you to dinner because I would like to formally invite you to give a lecture at the school.” Silence settled over Evelyn.
Her grandmother’s death on her operating table still cast a shadow she hadn’t fully stepped out of.
Sometimes, even now, her hands trembled slightly.
On top of that, studying Matthias’s medical records had consumed much of her energy lately.
She replied with an apologetic tone, “Professor Freeman, thank you for the invitation.
But I’m currently treating a very important patient.
A lecture is a serious commitment, and I wouldn’t be able to give it the attention it deserves.
I will have to decline for now.” “Once I’m done with this case, I will gladly accept your invitation– if the offer still stands,” Evelyn added.
Edgar’s eyes lit up.
“Good.
Then it’s settled.
I’ll hold you to that.” He pointed at her with mock severity.
“Don’t you dare back out later, or I’ll tell everyone the medical prodigy is playing me.” A faint smile touched Evelyn’s lips.
“A promise is a promise.” Satisfied, Edgar rose from his chair.
“Excuse me for a moment.” He left the private room and headed toward the restroom.
On his way back, a familiar voice called from behind.
“Professor Freeman!” Turning around, he saw a young woman in a blue dress hurry over.
Grace Ashford.
“It is really you, Professor Freeman.” Grace was one of his most active students at the college, and Edgar recognized her.
“Hello, Grace!
You’re dining here too?” Grace smiled sweetly as she thought of Miles.
“Yes, I’m here with a friend.
Are you dining alone, Professor?” “I’m with…” Edgar paused.
Evelyn preferred to maintain a low profile, and he doubted she would appreciate unnecessary attention.
“I am meeting someone I greatly admire.” “Someone you admire?” Grace’s eyes widened.
“That person must be extraordinary to achieve that from you!
” Edgar nodded.
“Extraordinary.
And remarkably young.” Eager to make a stronger impression, Grace quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, Professor Freeman, I recently bought several medical books.
One of them was written by my idol, Dr.
Lynn.
Some of the concepts are quite difficult.
Would it be alright if I asked you a few questions about it later on the private messages?” Edgar’s expression became noticeably more interesting.
“Oh?
You’re a fan of Dr.
Hart?” he asked with a smile.
“Now that’s a conversation worth having.”