The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 54 He met Professor Sean

He met Professor Sean Sophia sat anxiously on the edge of her sofa, her mind consumed with worry and concern for the young man sitting across from her.

She watched as tears filled his eyes and his voice faltered as he described the desperate circumstances surrounding his sick grandfather.

"I can't believe it," the young man, named Adam, choked out between sobs. "They said there's no chance, that Grandpa won't survive. It's like they've given up on him." There are other large families in Starry besides the three largest families — the Malfoy, Santiago, and Scavo families — but they are not as well-known as the aforementioned three, I

The Swinton family, the Woods Family, and many other families fall into this category. Adam's family, the I Windsor Family also belongs to the category.

The Windsor Family is solely based on jewelry and anything pertaining to the fashion world. Adam is also a fashion designer and also Sophia's close friend.

Sophia reached out and placed a gentle hand on Adam's trembling shoulder.

"Adam, I understand how difficult this must be for you and your family. But sometimes, in moments of despair, we must gather our strength and search for alternative options. We can't let go without giving it our all. Just because the doctors said he can't make it doesn't mean we can't try other ways."

Adam sniffled, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "But what more can we do, Sophia? Everyone has lost hope. It feels like we're trapped in this cycle of pain and sadness. They are even urging the old man to write his will. It's only I and Arya that are trying to hold things." Sophia took a deep breath, contemplating her next words carefully. She knew that what she was about to suggest would be met with skepticism, but it was a risk she had to take. "Adam, I think I can introduce you to someone. I know you don't judge but I think he can help." Adam's eyes widened with surprise.

"Do you really think he can help us?" Sophia nodded firmly. "Yes, Adam. It

won't hurt to at least try, right? We owe it to your grandfather to exhaust every possibility." Adam flickered hope in his eyes and his initial reluctance started to fade.

"Alright, let's give it a shot. But how do we reach this person? Do you have his contact information?" Sophia smiled softly. "Yes, I have his contact information. Let me call him right away." Sophia dialed Jeff's number. After a few rings, Jeff's deep youthful voice echoed through the phone.

you? Sophia speaking. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have an urgent request for help. It seems like I will be indebted

held a calm

do for you?" 3 Sophia explained the dire situation Adam's grandfather was facing, her voice filled with a mixture of

anything, but I'll do my best to assist. Time is of the essence. Can you send me the address? I can make it

You have no idea what this means to me.

Adam, "Adam, we have a chance." = "Thank you, Sophia." "Who is that? Is that your friend?" Old Master Malfoy asked Jeff who placed his phone

eyes were fixed on the Old

She needs my help." The Old Man sighed and asked Jeff once more. "Why did you decide to change your course to traditional medicine? Traditional medicine is really not in use anymore." "Tjust feel like traditional medicine is my calling"

Old Man cast a suspicious glance at Jeff. "Part of you? Do you see anything perhaps or... Never mind." Jeff simply grinned

casual attire sticking out among the sea of white coats and scrubs, Jeff entered the

for the VIP room mentioned by Sophia. As he made his way through the corridor, he couldn't help

room,

by a group of people who were engrossed in

himself as the physician

as all eyes turned towards him. Confusion and disbelief lingered

conveying a mixture of humor and skepticism. A woman with greying hair and

rather young and, forgive me, a bit skinny for a doctor," she said, her

with a hint

With a look of surprise and worry in his eyes, Adam questioned. "Sophia didn't tell me you would be this young... I mean are you..." A man laughed and

in a little bit of everything, sir. Consider me ajack-of-all-trades when it comes

with whispers and sidelong glances. - "We are not here to play Young Man," The Woman with grey hair said. "You better leave." Jeff looked over at the bed that the ill man was lying in. The elderly man had a familiar appearance, and Jeff