“Mr. Welch Senior seems stable for now, but this bizarre sickness has us scratching our heads. I’m sorry to admit, I can’t help much,” Brooke sighed.

Alistair implored, “Dr. Busch, you’re one of the best doctors in South City. Please find a way to heal my Dad, and don’t worry about expenses. We will do whatever it takes to get him back on his feet.”

“Mr. Welch,” Brooke replied gravely.” The symptoms your father is displaying don’t seem like an illness to me. It looks like he’s bewitched.”

“Bewitched?”

The word left the Welch family members bewildered. Hearing this from a doctor sounded absurd.

“Dr. Busch, what do you mean by that? Please explain?” Alistair probed. Brooke clarified, “When I say bewitched,’ I’m referring to practices like witchcraft, sorcery, dark spells, and the like.

“My knowledge in these areas is limited. I mainly read about it from books, so it’s just a guess.”

“You mean something like voodoo and dark spells?” Alistair furrowed his brow. He wouldn’t believe this from just anyone, but Brooke’s reputation spoke for itself. After all, Alistair had heard of such things before.

“Dr. Busch, you’re a medical genius. There’s gotta be something you can

shaking his head. “But this is way out

black magic

weaker by the day, and his life is

someone knowledgeable in

it?” Alistair perked

“It’s-”

“Of course, it’s me!”

to see the charismatic Ezra, accompanied by a mysterious figure in

Aunt Joanne,” Ezra greeted the Welch family elders

you doing here? You’re not

about Mr. Welch Senior’s strange sickness, I brought in a

shouldn’t be!” she huffed and turned away. “Eleanor, mind your manners,” Alistair scolded

in his tone. “Ezra, you mean well, but my dad’s condition is not something a doctor

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