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.

tied down running an entire hospital, he would've jumped

a practitioner to the Ancient

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

expression kept shifting as he stared at Paisley, words

these reactions, focused only on getting Paisley to see Paul.

it wrong. I won't be examining

stone into still water, making everyone's hearts skip

asked,

her bag on her shoulder. "I don't treat people who don't

composure finally cracked as he called after

rough

him Grandpa. Paisley felt herself tremble slightly as Paul's bright, energetic

him Grandpa, Paul would beam at her with that smile, always asking, "So what are you cooking for me today,

face Dominick. "You trust

you." His voice