‘So they want to know about Claire Grant, huh?
Fine.
I’ll make sure they know just how “outstanding” she is.’
The disappointment in her heart lasted only a second.
Soon, she was speaking again as if nothing was wrong.
“My sister is a doctor, I suppose.
I heard she used to work in a clinic in our small hometown, studying traditional Chinese medicine under some unlicensed practitioner.
She should be able to handle a common cold, I guess.”
A small clinic?
Treating a common cold?
A doctor of traditional medicine was going to perform this surgery?
Hearing the uncertainty in Grace Grant’s tone, Gary Lynch felt that Mason Lowell must have been possessed to believe such absurd words.
He found it all utterly ridiculous.
This eldest daughter of the Grant family really would stop at nothing to marry into the Lowell Family.
Lying about graduating from a prestigious university was one thing, but to even dare make such grand promises about the surgery…
Gary Lynch thanked her and left.
Grace Grant watched his retreating back, the corners of her lips slowly turning up.
She didn’t know who he would relay this news to, but just the thought of Claire Grant being seen as a good-for-nothing filled her with satisfaction.
Besides, it wasn’t exactly a lie.
Claire Grant really had just been an unlicensed practitioner in a small town.
After Mason Lowell finished his meeting, his assistant handed him his phone.
“President Lowell, Mr.
Lynch has called you four times.”
Mason loosened his tie and took the phone.
“Got it.
You can go now.”
Once the assistant left, Mason called Gary Lynch back.
The moment the call connected, a torrent of words erupted from the other end.
“Mason Lowell, I’m telling you, you absolutely cannot let Claire Grant perform your surgery.
I just looked into it.
Claire Grant used to work in a small clinic.
She learned her skills from a clinic doctor in some county town and has never received any kind of formal, systematic medical education.”
“I’ve been studying your case for so long, and even I only have a thirty percent chance of success.
She’s never even been to a proper university, yet she casually claims she has a seventy percent chance.
Mason, don’t you find that suspicious?”
His tone was grave as he continued, “Also, a major surgery like this is not something you can just hand over to anyone.
Mason, you need to be responsible for yourself.
You’ve already had too many failed procedures for this condition; you know how carefully we have to plan each surgery.
I’ve thought of many surgical plans, but none of them could be guaranteed to be flawless.”
“And medical technology is developing rapidly.
The chances might be slim now, but we can wait.
If this one fails and causes irreversible damage, you might really end up…”
…in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Gary Lynch couldn’t bear to say the words, but Mason Lowell knew what he meant.
He held the phone in a daze, not interrupting him.
Gary was still talking.
“Claire Grant only worked in a small clinic.
If she enters an operating room, she probably doesn’t even know how to hold a scalpel.
You absolutely cannot let her operate on you.”
Gary Lynch thought of someone and quickly added, “How about this?
You know the famous foreign surgeon, Evelyn, right?
He’s the most authoritative surgeon.
I’ve contacted him for you before, but due to some special circumstances, he never responded.
Mason, just give me two more days.
I’ll find a way to get in touch with him.”
Mason Lowell knew his friend was worried about him.
He lowered his head and fell silent for a moment.
Gary was right.
His trust in her was completely unfounded.
His gaze wavered.
Maybe it was just because she was the only person who would crouch down and talk to him after he got injured.
“Gary, thank you.
I will seriously reconsider.”
「The next day.」
Claire Grant received a message from her assistant, Joanna Summers.
Joanna Summers: [Evelyn, you have to save me.
Do you remember that special patient you rejected before?
He’s driving me crazy.
The messages haven’t stopped since last night.
He says there’s a surgery that he insists on waiting for you to perform.
Why don’t you just come and take a look at the situation?]
‘Surgery…’
Claire Grant recalled the image of her grandmother lying on the operating table, passing away the moment she picked up the scalpel.
Ever since then, her right hand would tremble uncontrollably whenever she held a scalpel.
It had been almost a month since her grandmother’s death, and she had been actively trying to overcome this psychological trauma.
But every time she picked up a scalpel, her right hand would tremble beyond her control.
For a surgeon, this was an absolutely fatal flaw.
Claire sighed and replied to her: [It’s not that I don’t want to do it, but I’m currently unable to hold a scalpel.
I need time to overcome this problem.
Besides, I have a special patient of my own waiting for treatment right now.]
Claire thought for a moment, then sent another message: “Just turn them down directly.
If he keeps harassing you, tell him to add me on WeChat and talk to me himself.”
Left with no choice, the assistant relayed the message truthfully.
Gary Lynch was devastated when he received the reply.
He even felt a sense of powerlessness.
He had only managed to contact Evelyn through his acquaintance with Joanna Summers.
Now that the rejection was so clear, how could he have the nerve to keep pleading?
Still, adding her on WeChat was a good thing.
Maybe there would be a chance in the future.
However, after he sent the friend request…
He waited for an hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Ten hours.
Nothing.
Time passed quickly, and the day of Mason Lowell’s scheduled treatment arrived.
The night before, Claire Grant received a message from Mason Lowell.
Mason Lowell: [I’ll have my driver pick you up at your house tomorrow.]
Claire Grant: [Okay.]
A moment later, she replied again: [Don’t be nervous.
Just treat it like any other day.
This is only the initial treatment.]
In his study, Mason Lowell sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly at a tree outside the window.
When he saw Claire’s message, he reached out and placed his hands on his numb legs.
His dark eyes were downcast, his thoughts a mystery.
Early the next morning, Grace Grant returned from her morning run to see a high-end black luxury car parked at the entrance of their villa.
Among the socialites of Norbright, Grace Grant’s looks were considered quite good.
She had had plenty of young masters pursuing her before, and after her coming-of-age ceremony, the number of suitors had only grown.
Seeing a high-end sedan parked outside her house, she automatically counted the owner as one of her admirers.
Grace didn’t know much about cars, but a single glance at its exterior told her it blew her previous suitors’ rides out of the water.
An uncontrollable smile spread across her face.
She fixed her hair, trotted over, and tapped on the car window.
The driver lowered the window.
Grace crossed her arms, feigning annoyance.
“Excuse me, could you please not wait outside my house?
I’ve already said that I have someone I like.
Please tell your young master to stop bothering me.”
While pretending to be indifferent, she craned her neck to peek into the back seat.
To her surprise, it was empty.
Faced with Grace’s narcissistic question, the driver stated impassively, “I’m sorry, miss.
I’m here to pick up Miss Claire Grant.”
The smile on Grace Grant’s face instantly froze.
“What did you say?”
The driver repeated in the same deadpan tone, “I’m sorry, miss.
I’m here to pick up Miss Claire Grant.”
Grace Grant felt her chest swell like a balloon being pumped full of air, ready to burst at any moment.
She lowered her hands and squeezed out a twisted, stiff smile.
“Oh, is that so?
I’ll go get her.”