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!

about to explode when Carter’s voice-calm and quiet as a still lake-cut

ask, sir… what exactly is this incurable condition

held back his

far this old

stroked his

there. If you don’t correct it

tapped his chest. “And your heart-it’s not where it should

raised a finger and pointed at his own head. “Is right

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his voice as if revealing some

something toxic. Whatever it was, it’s eaten away a good chunk of

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

Uriah first mentioned the eye issue, Nate rolled

the heart thing-and Nate

it be… Carter’s heart really was on the right

man finished his talk about brains turning to soup,

man was mocking them.

it. Who the hell did

said quietly, “Sir, you seem to harbor quite a bit of hostility toward

gleaming. “So your brain’s not completely

blow up, but

the old man. “May

deliberate. “You… you’ve got the

Let

over at

back of his head, awkward and uneasy. He

rumors-this old man was supposed to be some legendary doctor, a true miracle worker. Nate had spent a

tell who had the terminal illness? What if he was just

flicker

man was

Perfect.

wanted money. And money made them easy to

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

Problem solved.

about how to fake a recovery without raising suspicion-this was the answer, served

seat in front of

his eyes, watching

terminal illness, Nate swore he’d destroy the old man’s reputation on the spot. He’d smear “Con Artist”

Uriah just sighed, shaking

already got something incurable.

Nate’s eyes went wide.

He really was

when Carter’s voice-calm

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