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.

relented. She didn’t seem to be sick, true, but she was sincere. Persistent. That was rare enough. So he decided to

herself. She was trying to get

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

impression of

discovered who she was-Mrs. Biggs,

preparing medicine for Madeline’s headaches. It was an old condition, the kind that took years to mend. But he figured,

even a man

Sharon had ever come to him. Carter never once showed his

alone had

reading glasses with a sharp huff. “But your husband has

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

“This is the last time, Mr. Malcolm.

a brow.

crossed someone she shouldn’t have.

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