The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 100

Even though they'd known each other for ages, Jonathan still felt a bit starstruck. It wasn't every day that someone like Paisley showed up personally.

"Gosh, I'm so glad you're here." Jonathan let out a huge breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "We're counting on you to save Mr. Paul Vanderbilt now."

Finally, his old friend had a real shot at getting better.

"This..." Reginald's face froze as he watched Jonathan and Paisley talking, his mind suddenly thrown into complete chaos. "Mr. Walsh, you know each other?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah." He walked to Paisley's side and formally addressed the Vanderbilts. "Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt, this is who I mentioned to you before-Paisley, the practitioner of the Ancient Medical Arts."

The practitioner of the Ancient Medical Arts-Paisley. Those words hit everyone like a physical blow, leaving them stunned.

Jonathan glanced around the room before turning to Charles. "Mr. Hansen, where's your mentor?" He was about to say that if she hadn't arrived yet, or if she couldn't help, they could just forget about it. With Paisley here, Jonathan believed that everything would be fine.

Before the words could even fully register, Charles shifted closer to Paisley. "Well, this is my mentor." Jonathan's eyes widened in shock. 'Could something this unbelievable really happen?' Still, he adjusted quickly. After all, he knew better than anyone just how skilled Paisley really was.

hadn't been tied down running an entire hospital, he would've jumped at

a practitioner to the Ancient

the idea of Paisley being Charles' mentor was wild. But now,

expression kept shifting as he stared at Paisley, words catching in his throat before he could

all these reactions, focused only on getting Paisley to see Paul. "Paisley, the patient's room is

it

a stone into still water, making everyone's hearts skip a

asked, completely thrown

shoulder. "I don't treat people who don't trust

finally cracked as he called

Dominick's voice came out rough and quiet. "Please. Save

slightly

had called him Grandpa, Paul would beam at her with that

face

you." His voice was