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.

sick, true, but she was sincere. Persistent. That was rare enough. So he

learn: Sharon wasn’t asking for herself. She was trying to

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

impression of her softened

who she was-Mrs. Biggs, wife of Carter Biggs, president

for Madeline’s headaches. It was an old condition, the kind that took years to mend. But he figured, with another year or

happened-Carter and Kelly, flaunting themselves so openly even a man like Uriah, who rarely paid attention

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

alone had Uriah

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 medicine for his mother-what, is

Uriah loathed the wealthy, especially the kind who tried to wave money around like a magic wand. Families like the Biggs’s-arrogant, entitled-were

moment, then said quietly, “This is the last time, Mr.

raised a brow. “To

crossed someone she shouldn’t have. So

to recognize what wasn’t being said. Her words painted a clear