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!

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

sir… what exactly is

back his

this old fraud would go with

stroked his

you don’t correct it soon, you might

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

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

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lowering his voice as

it’s eaten

again. “With all these issues piling up, tell

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

the

really was on

the old man finished his talk about

man was mocking them.

hell did this

quietly, “Sir, you seem to

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

was about to blow up, but Carter raised a hand

turned back to the old man. “May I

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

“Sit. Let me

over at

and uneasy. He could tell

doctor, a true

the terminal illness? What if he was

listening quietly, felt a sudden flicker of

man was a

Perfect.

money made them

whatever medicine he gave her, pretend to follow treatment

Problem solved.

how to fake a recovery without raising

seat in front

his eyes,

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

just sighed, shaking

as you are, you’ve already got something incurable.

Nate’s eyes went wide.

way. He really

was about to explode when Carter’s voice-calm and

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