My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 52

As Audrey hesitated, Miles, who was a step behind, spoke up. "Dad, she's the one who broughtto the

hospital and helped chase off that scammer." Peter's expression softened, and a grateful smile crossed his face.

He said, "Oh, | see. Thank you. You're not only beautiful but also kind-hearted. Truly a good person." "No

worries," Audrey murmured, her head lowered to hide the awkward look on her face.

They continued walking toward the hospital entrance, with Audrey falling a step behind. Watching the family of

three ahead, she felt a strange warmth stirring in her heart.

Peter cared so deeply for Jessica, and Miles was a respectful, filial son. This didn't seem like the family Eliza had

described, the kind that exploited their daughter and favored sons over daughters.

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Lost in thought, Audrey stepped forward and said to Peter, "I can cwith you if you'd like. I'm pretty familiar

with St. Johnson Hospital."

Hearing this, Peter hesitated, a bit embarrassed. "Oh, no, no, that would be too much trouble. You've already

helped us so much." "It's really no trouble, sir. Let's get you settled first." Audrey insisted.

Just then, a taxi pulled up, and Audrey helped lift the wheelchair into the car. An hour later, they arrived at St.

Johnson Hospital. Peter headed straight to the information desk to speak with a nurse. "Hello, could you tellif

Dr. Grant is in today?"

A young nurse was sitting behind the counter, distracted by her phone. Without looking up, she replied lazily,

"Dr. Grant's not in today."

Then the nurse glanced at Peter and took in the sight of Miles and the rest of them with their bags. A glint of

disdain flashed in her eyes.

'Ugh, another one of those patients, dragging along all their stuff and thinking they can just waltz in and see Dr.

Grant. Clueless," the nurse thought.

Peter's face fell, disappointment evident. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter. "Miss, could we

still arrange an admission? Dr. Grant will be in tomorrow, right?"

"No rooms available!" the nurse replied curtly.

'No available rooms?’ Peter thought. Then he looked at her, voice full of pleading. "Can't you at least call Mr.

Fletcher? Just let him know we have a critical patient needing his help." Hearing this, the nurse let out a laugh,

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as if she'd heard the most absurd thing ever.

The nurse didn't even try to hide her contempt and replied with a smirk, "Sorry, | can't do that. Mr. Fletcher

doesn't see just anyone."

Peter looked pained, saying, "But we're desperate."

"Everyone's desperate to see Mr. Fletcher. And everything goes by the book. Start with registration. If you're

lucky, you'll get in within six months!" the nurse shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm. Peter's mouth opened

in frustration, but he couldn't find the words.

Miles's temper flared, and he snapped, "Do you even hear yourself? Sick people can't wait that long!"

The nurse wasn't fazed, her voice as icy as before. "Oh, tough guy, huh? If you're so eager, go pull sstrings.

Why waste your breath on a nurse?"