Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 85

Chapter 85

Uriah’s face betrayed a flicker of pride at her words, though he said curtly, “Don’t think flattery will get you anywhere. I’m not treating anyone just because you butter me up.”

Sharon answered sincerely, “Then may I ask, what would make you willing to help?”

He shot her a sidelong glance. “If you’re really that determined, start by doing chores around here. When I’m satisfied, I’ll consider it. How about that?”

Sharon didn’t hesitate. “Alright.”

Uriah looked at her with mild surprise.

At first, he’d assumed she was the one needing treatment. But her complexion was clear, her energy steady-nothing about her screamed illness. She looked like just another wealthy girl with too much time and too little purpose. He’d seen his fair share of those in his younger days-idle young ladies inventing ailments just to pass the time.

So he made it hard on her. Every unpleasant, exhausting task he could think of, he pushed onto her. When she misidentified herbs, he’d scold her viciously, loud enough to echo through the whole clinic. He’d even made her cry a few times.

But she kept showing up-on time, every day.

seem to be sick, true, but she was sincere. Persistent.

did he learn: Sharon wasn’t asking for herself.

things. Filial devotion like that-he didn’t see much

of her

was-Mrs. Biggs, wife of Carter

he’d been preparing medicine for Madeline’s headaches. It was an old condition, the kind

happened-Carter and Kelly, flaunting themselves so openly even

all that time, only Sharon had ever come to him. Carter never once

alone had

you one last time, and only because of how much you’ve done for me,” he said, pulling off his reading glasses with a sharp huff. “But your husband has to come with you. This is

to wave money around like a magic wand. Families like the Biggs’s-arrogant, entitled-were the

quietly, “This is the last time, Mr.

a brow.

someone

had lived long enough to recognize what wasn’t being said. Her words painted a clear