NovelEnglishChapter 99
The revelation that Paisley was actually Charles' mentor hit like a bomb.
Even for these big shots who'd seen their share of shocking twists, this was too much to process. The room went
dead silent as the news sank in.
"That's impossible." Marissa's perfectly composed mask finally cracked. Her face, usually the picture of grace
and serenity, twisted with disbelief. "Mr. Hansen, you can't be serious. She's so young. There's no way she could
be your mentor."
‘This can't be real," Marissa thought. 'Paisley as Mr. Hansen's mentor? Who does she think she is? What makes
her so special? She's nobody, absolutely nobody."
Marissa couldn't accept this.
Charles was seething. This was the second tMarissa had disrespected Paisley, and his patience was wearing
thin. The first thad been bad enough, but at least Paisley hadn't been there to witness it. But now, Marissa
was being rude right in front of both of them.
"You're completely out of line." Charles’ voice trembled with anger, the warmth he'd shown Marissa earlier
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcompletely gone. "I only asked my mentor to chere because you seemed genuinely concerned and
respectful. | wouldn't have bothered her otherwise."
Charles had already caught enough grief from Paisley just for asking her to come. "And now that she's actually
here, you're refusing to believe it?" His voice rose in frustration.
Seeing Charles’ mounting anger, Marissa bit her lip, her face darkening. "Mr. Hansen, it's not that | don't believe
you. It's just...this is completely insane."
Paisley was two years younger than her. Marissa couldn't believe that Paisley would actually be Charles’ mentor.
"What's so hard to believe?" Charles' face darkened as he defended Paisley. "Ms. Sutton's medical skills surpass
my own. Why shouldn't | study under her?"
This scene sent Paisley's cringe meter through the roof. She fidgeted uncomfortably, shooting an annoyed glare
at Charles.
Just then, Jonathan crushing out of the consultation room. He'd been stuck dealing with an urgent matter
when Paisley arrived, and he'd crunning the moment he finished. Like everyone else, he was dying to meet
this mysterious medical expert who'd taught Charles.
Before Jonathan could even reach them, Reginald stepped in his path. "Mr. Walsh, didn't you mention knowing an
incredibly skilled practitioner of Ancient Medical Arts?"
With his view blocked, Jonathan hadn't noticed Paisley at first. He nodded at Reginald's question. "Yeah, that's
right."
Reginald gave an apologetic smile. "Would you mind getting in touch with them?" He couldn't gamble with his
father's life at a tlike this.
If Charles’ mentor had been anyone else, maybe Reginald could have forced himself to believe it. But this was
Paisley, Dominick's ex-wife.
During her four-year marriage to Dominick, Paisley had been nothing more than a typical housewife. The idea
that she could transform into smedical genius in just four years was ridiculous. No one in their right mind
would buy that story.
Jonathan looked confused. "What do you mean? Isn't Mr. Hansen's mentor already here?"
‘Even Mr. Hansen's mentor couldn't help him?" Jonathan wondered. 'But how could they reach that conclusion so
fast?!
It had been less than ten minutes since Charles left to pick up Paisley, and Jonathan had barely finished his work
before rushing over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat was nowhere near enough tto make any real diagnosis.
"She has arrived, but..." Before Reginald could finish, Paisley's voice cut through from behind. Paisley said,
"Jonathan."
Jonathan turned to find Paisley blocked by the Vanderbilts, her face stormy with anger. Next to her stood Charles,
looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar despite his age.
Jonathan's face lit up. "Paisley, did you cbecause of my message?" Unsure whether Charles' mentor could
help Paul, he decided to text Paisley, just to give it a shot. He didn't go into details, not knowing if Paisley would
even be willing to come.
When Paisley hadn't replied to his text, he'd assumed it was a no. Yet, here she was, standing right in front of
him.
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