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

I ask, sir… what exactly is this incurable

held back his

Carter wanted to see how far this old fraud would go with his

his white

“Big problem there. If you don’t correct

not where

raised a finger and pointed at his own head.

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slightly, lowering his voice as if revealing

it’s been soaked in something toxic. Whatever it was, it’s eaten away a good chunk

these issues piling

mentioned the eye issue, Nate rolled

the heart

it be… Carter’s heart really was

the time the old man finished his talk about brains turning to soup, Nate finally

old man was mocking them.

hell did this guy think he

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

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

up, but Carter

the old man. “May I

“You… you’ve got the

“Sit. Let me check-see just

looked over

of his head, awkward and uneasy. He could

some legendary doctor, a true miracle worker. Nate had spent a fortune and

He couldn’t even tell who had the terminal illness? What if he was just

sudden flicker of hope

the old man was a

Perfect.

money. And money

along, take whatever medicine he gave her, pretend to follow treatment for a few months, and then

Problem solved.

recovery without raising suspicion-this was the answer, served up on

a seat in front of the

narrowed his

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

just sighed, shaking his

as you are, you’ve already got something incurable. What a pity.

Nate’s eyes went wide.

He really was

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

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