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!

to explode when Carter’s voice-calm and quiet as a

what exactly is this incurable condition

back his

how far this

his white beard

“Big problem there. If you don’t correct it

your heart-it’s not where it should be. Grown off-center. Way

worst…” He raised a finger and pointed at his own head. “Is right here. Your

1/2

his voice as if

was, it’s eaten away a

again. “With all these issues piling up,

issue, Nate rolled his eyes. Obvious

came the heart thing-and Nate

really

talk

old man was mocking

it. Who the hell did this

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

reading glasses, eyes gleaming. “So your brain’s

but Carter raised a hand

back to the old man.

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

Let me check-see just how deep

looked over at

rubbed the back of his head, awkward and uneasy. He

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

had the terminal illness? What if he

felt a sudden flicker of hope rise

old man

Perfect.

And money made them easy

pretend to follow treatment for a

Problem solved.

without raising suspicion-this was the

in

his

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

Uriah just sighed,

never would’ve guessed. Young as you are, you’ve already

Nate’s eyes went wide.

He really

to explode when Carter’s voice-calm and quiet as

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