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

I ask, sir… what exactly is this

back his

wanted to see how far this old fraud

stroked his white beard

problem there. If you don’t correct it soon, you might

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

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

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voice as

soaked in something toxic. Whatever it was, it’s

piling up, tell me-if that’s not terminal,

Uriah first mentioned the eye issue, Nate rolled his eyes.

came the heart thing-and Nate

be… Carter’s heart really was on the right

man finished his talk about brains turning

man was mocking

did

He looked at Uriah and said quietly, “Sir, you seem to

reading glasses, eyes gleaming. “So your

up, but

old

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

the chair. “Sit. Let me check-see just

looked over

the back of his head, awkward and uneasy.

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

had the terminal illness? What if he was just

listening quietly, felt a sudden flicker of hope

the old man was

Perfect.

money. And money

he gave her, pretend to follow treatment for a few months,

Problem solved.

a recovery without raising suspicion-this was

seat in front of the

narrowed his eyes, watching

the one with the terminal illness, Nate swore he’d destroy the old man’s reputation on

just sighed,

you’ve already got something incurable. What a pity. What a

Nate’s eyes went wide.

He really was a

voice-calm and quiet as a still lake-cut

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