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.

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

asking for herself. She was trying

devotion like that-he didn’t see

impression of her softened

their conversations, he eventually discovered who she was-Mrs. Biggs, wife of Carter Biggs, president of

It was an old condition, the kind that took years to mend. But he figured, with

so openly even a man like Uriah, who

all that time, only Sharon had ever

alone had Uriah

of how much you’ve done for me,” he said, pulling off his reading glasses with a sharp huff. “But your

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. Malcolm. Please… I need the

raised a brow. “To save

crossed someone she shouldn’t have. So

had lived long enough to recognize what wasn’t being said. Her