Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 219

Chapter 219

Uriah glanced at Carter, his voice low and deliberate. “You… you’ve got the biggest problem of the three of you today. By far.”

He gestured toward the chair. “Sit. Let me check-see just how deep this runs.”

Carter looked over at Nate.

Nate rubbed the back of his head, awkward and uneasy. He could tell what Carter was thinking.

They’d all heard the rumors-this old man was supposed to be some legendary doctor, a true miracle worker. Nate had spent a fortune and months of effort tracking him down.

But now? He couldn’t even tell who had the terminal illness? What if he was just a scam artist?

Kelly, listening quietly, felt a sudden flicker of hope rise in her chest.

So the old man was a fraud.

Perfect.

Frauds wanted money. And money made them easy to control.

She could play along, take whatever medicine he gave her, pretend to follow treatment for a few months, and then declare she was miraculously cured..

Problem solved.

She’d been worrying about how to fake a recovery without raising suspicion-this was the answer, served up on a silver platter.

Carter took a seat in front of the old man.

Nate narrowed his eyes, watching closely.

If this fraud dared to claim that Carter was the one with the terminal illness, Nate swore he’d destroy the old man’s reputation on the spot. He’d smear “Con Artist” across his face and drag him through the streets.

But Uriah just sighed, shaking his head slowly.

“Ay… never would’ve guessed. Young as you are, you’ve already got something incurable. What a pity. What a shame…”

Nate’s eyes went wide.

No way. He really was a con artist!

voice-calm and quiet as a still lake-cut

ask, sir… what exactly is this incurable condition

back

how far this old fraud would go

stroked his

eyes,” he said. “Big problem there. If you don’t

chest. “And your heart-it’s not where it should be. Grown

the worst…” He raised a finger and pointed at his own

1/2

slightly, lowering his voice as

in something toxic. Whatever it was, it’s eaten away a

sighed again. “With all these issues piling up, tell me-if that’s not

issue, Nate rolled his eyes.

came the heart

really was on the

the time the old man finished his talk about brains

old man was mocking

it. Who the hell did

on, too. He looked at Uriah and said quietly, “Sir, you seem to harbor quite a

glasses, eyes gleaming. “So your brain’s not completely gone after

up, but Carter

to the old man. “May I ask…

and deliberate. “You… you’ve got the biggest problem of the three of

“Sit. Let me check-see just how

over at

his head, awkward and uneasy. He could

legendary doctor, a true miracle worker. Nate had spent a fortune and months of effort tracking

had the terminal illness? What

quietly, felt a sudden flicker of hope rise

old man

Perfect.

wanted money. And money

to follow treatment for a few months, and then declare she

Problem solved.

raising suspicion-this was the answer, served up on a silver

took a seat in front of the

narrowed his

this fraud dared to claim that Carter was the one with the terminal illness, Nate swore he’d destroy the old man’s

Uriah just sighed, shaking his

you are, you’ve already got

Nate’s eyes went wide.

way. He really was a con

when Carter’s voice-calm