Chapter 217 She Wants to Be Marcus' Grandmother

Natalie accepted Charles's gift and handed it to Connie, asking her to put it away safely.

"Grandpa Charles, let's rest for a bit. After that, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Alright."

Charles studied Natalie for a moment before asking, "Nattie, your medical skills are incredible. Why do you go to such lengths to keep your identity hidden?"

Natalie fell silent.

There was a reason she kept a low profile-one she couldn't afford to ignore.

After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Grandpa Charles, human nature can be cruel. I can't afford to take that gamble."

She was young, not like other highly respected, seasoned medical experts.

More importantly, she was a woman.

People's prejudice ran deep. Some couldn't accept that a woman could surpass them in skill. That kind of resentment often bred sabotage from the shadows.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and follow the advice of her mentor, Federrick, Natalie had always practiced medicine under the alias, Elim.

It was a name Federrick had chosen for her.

By disguising herself—sometimes as a man, sometimes altering her appearance —she had cultivated an air of mystery around Elim.

And with mystery came reverence.

The more elusive she was, the more unreachable she seemed. That way, when she saved someone, she would be met with respect and awe.

Charles nodded in understanding.

Even at Holden Residence, whenever Natalie performed acupuncture on him, no one was allowed near the bedroom except Sheldon, Connie, and occasionally Marcus.

Sheldon was tight-lipped, Connie wouldn't speak recklessly, and as for Marcus-if he gave his word, he would keep it.

Even after Natalie had been living at Holden Residence for quite some time, none of the helpers knew what she did.

Most simply assumed she was destined to be the future Mrs. Holden.

After all, she was the first woman Marcus had ever brought home.

As for the young man who had arrived before her? No one knew what had happened to him. He had simply vanished without a trace.

Rumors swirled among the staff in hushed whispers.

Some speculated that the first guest-the young man-had been Marcus' true love. And perhaps, unable to escape society's constraints, he had disappeared... possibly fleeing to Talandia.

had somehow transformed into the beautiful young woman

all professionally trained. Even if they had

and

living at Holden Residence, she never acted arrogantly or

hoped she would officially become the future

discovered she was the long-lost heiress of the Walkers,

had privately

conversations ended the same way-with a

off the engagement was a good thing

sigh in his heart, then reached under his

Sinclair's card. Last time, Marcus' aunt—my daughter, Cassie-brought

affairs, but Cassie had dragged Sophia to him and knelt

made it clear-unless he agreed to

out of Balford, Cassie behaved herself

this time, bringing Sophia

Charles must have found

Jessy, Cassie hadn't given up on her either. Instead, she had instructed her

for Marcus to forget about her, she would gradually bring Jessy back

never had much patience for Cassie, but when it came to Sophia, he couldn't help feeling a

had watched the Sinclair siblings grow

Blair would visit him with

when Sophia came to him for help, Charles couldn't help

consent, he couldn't make any promises. He simply told Sophia that if the opportunity arose, he would do what he

she had left him

card

her expression unreadable. For a

was

you don't want to deal with this, you don't have to," he said

came to me for

while I didn't give

can't help but feel sorry for the

Grandpa Charles," Natalie replied, passing the card to Connie.

handle it my way."

"Alright."

had enough rest, let's head to the hospital."

tests were completed, she didn't say a word.

them carefully before sitting down with them to discuss the

Holden Senior, your health is excellent. Your heart

"Is that so?"

Hector confirmed

ask where you

Natalie. Her expression remained calm, showing no

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