The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 421 Send Him Away

Laura walked to the door but hesitated. She turned back to Natalie, her voice filled with quiet desperation. "Dr. Elim, could you have Mark step out for a while?"

Her eyes held a sorrow that felt impossible to escape, and her entire presence was weighed down by an invisible grief. The son she had longed to see for years was standing right in front of her, yet she could not reveal her identity to him. In this state, hardly anyone would be able to accept her, let alone her son.

There were nights when Wesley took her out for some air under the cover of darkness, only for them to run into strangers. Those strangers called her a ghost, a monster-some even called her a witch or a demon. Some had tried to attack her, drag her away, or even threatened to burn her alive.

Luckily, Benson always had bodyguards shadowing her from a distance, ensuring she did not get caught. Even so, the fear had settled deep in her bones. She was Marcus' biological mother, yet she had never held him, never once cared for him since the day he was born.

Before seeing him, she had spent years longing for this moment. Yet, now that it had arrived, she was afraid.

Natalie watched the emotions flicker across Laura's face and instantly understood her struggle. She gave a small nod and said, "Alright, I'll have him leave for now."

"Thank you." Laura was beyond grateful, though a trace of disappointment lingered in her heart. Still, she quickly steeled herself. Once this strange illness was cured, she could meet Marcus as a normal person.

She repeated, "Thank you so much, really."

"Don't mention it, Mrs. Holden." Natalie's heart felt heavy. Laura's condition was complicated, and she needed to dig into research immediately.

She continued, "Mrs. Holden, please arrange a guest room for me and make sure no one disturbs me. Also, before we begin any treatment, I need to understand what happens when your symptoms appear."

"Of course, I'll do whatever you say," Laura agreed right away. She turned and grabbed the notebook Wesley had been keeping, then handed it to Natalie before wrapping herself up tightly in her coverings again.

"Dr. Elim, when you send Mark away, would it be alright if I stood by the door to watch him leave?" Her voice was cautious, as if afraid of overstepping. "I won't get close. I won't risk infecting him."

"Mrs. Holden, this is your home. You can stand wherever you like. I'll tell Mark he needs to head back," Natalie said as she took the notebook.

Before she turned to leave, she paused and added with a gentle smile, "By the way, Mark really loves his parents. He always says the people he's most grateful for are the ones who brought him into this world-his mom, dad, and his grandfather."

words left

the stairs. But before she reached them, she heard the sound of muffled

in, forcing herself to cry without making a sound. However,

out, to hold Marcus and tell him she was his

normal for now, but in a day or two-maybe even sooner -her symptoms would return.

face as she choked out her apologies. "I'm sorry...

stood at the top of the stairs for a long moment before finally making her way down. Meanwhile, Wesley was already waiting at the bottom. The

asked, "Dr. Elim, is there any hope for Laura's

so many doctors over the years that he had lost count of how many times he had gone from hope to disappointment, from disappointment to despair. If this also failed, he would have no choice

will cure Mrs. Holden," Natalie stated firmly, without the slightest hesitation. "No matter what it takes, no matter how much time or effort, I

you. Thank you so much." With a heavy thud, Wesley dropped to his knees in front of Natalie

wife and me. If Laura recovers,

out and pulled Wesley to his feet. "No, please don't. Mr. Holden,

would further complicate the dynamic of her relationship with Marcus, considering Wesley and

can

up with tears. For years, Laura had always said he had suffered, but in truth, how could his pain

not take away an ounce of her suffering. Every time he had to watch her endure

and carefully. "Mr. Holden, Mrs. Holden asked me to send

Marcus because of how she looked-but what about Wesley? His son was right there, and

her steps, listening for any movement

the front door,

had made up their minds not to reveal themselves to Marcus. If they had truly wanted to reunite with him, they would not have gone to

up.

he was a child. Even if Charles were here,