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.

hospital, he

to the Ancient Medical Arts

everyone thought the idea of Paisley being Charles' mentor was wild. But now, with Jonathan backing it up now, they

he stared at Paisley, words

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

got it wrong.

into still water, making everyone's hearts skip a

Jonathan asked, completely thrown

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

wait." Reginald's composure finally cracked as he called

rough and quiet.

tremble slightly as Paul's bright, energetic smile flashed through

Paul would beam at her with that smile, always asking, "So what

face Dominick. "You

you." His voice