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"A family doctor only conducts regular checkups and treats minor ailments. Why… Why do you insist on having Elisa
as your family doctor?"
"Winslow, you have no idea. I understand what you're getting at, but I've been to many hospitals to treat my
poisoning, yet no doctors could cure me!" Damian said tearfully.
Seeing that Winslow remained unmoved, Damian continued, "I'm not insisting that Elisa works as a family doctor in
my house. I only ask to meet her and let her cure my poisoning!"
"But…"
Winslow knew about Damian's poisoning. He also knew the Fawler family would not seek help so desperately unless
it were a poison that no one could neutralize. His heart softened as he looked at Damian's sad expression.
Suddenly, the door upstairs gradually opened. Elisa gently pinned her hair behind her ears and came downstairs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, she sat on a couch and observed Damian.
"Ms. Benett? Please pity me. I beg for your help!" Damian looked at Elisa and trembled emotionally. He would have
kneeled and begged for an antidote if Winslow was not in the room.
"Damian, luckily, your poisoning is not severe yet and has not reached your heart. I can prescribe medicine for you
to consume regularly. Also, you will need to watch what you eat for some time. I won't be able to do much if you
get poisoned again."
Elisa took a sip of tea. As a doctor, she could not stand seeing someone so weak and helpless due to illness or
injuries.
Damian thanked Elisa profusely as he accepted the medicine formula from her. Then, he pursed his lips and
seemed to have something to say but was unsure where to start.
"Damian! Liz prescribed medicine for you. You can come to see her again if you're unwell. However, don't even
think of appointing her as your family doctor!"
Winslow spoke firmly, giving Damian no chance to argue.
Damian looked away and gave up saying anything. Instead, he made a little small talk and left. Although he
appeared convinced by Winslow's words, no one knew what he was thinking.
After sending off Damian, Winslow looked at Elisa with a hint of sadness. He had advised her all that he should. Elisa
had to proceed on her own from now on.
"No matter what happens, it's best that…"
"Uncle Winslow! I know what I'm doing."
Initially, Winslow wanted to advise Elisa to make a clean break from Gareth the soonest possible. However, he saw
Elisa's calm and composed expression and could not bring himself to say anything.
Elisa entered the car Gareth sent to pick her up and rushed to the airport.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGareth closed his eyes and took a nap on the private plane. His forehead was sweaty, and his lashes trembled as he
slept. The pain from his severe wounds likely marred his dreams.
Elisa approached him quietly and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. Then, she turned on the aromatherapy
diffuser and watched Gareth's brow gradually relax. Only then did Elisa wind down and lay on the side to rest.
Her gestures were gentle, as if she was afraid of awakening him. When did I start behaving like that?
Elisa closed her eyes and stopped thinking. She needed to rest well as she would be busy once the plane landed.
The plane took off. The feeling of the aircraft soaring into the sky jolted Elisa awake. She instinctively glanced at
Gareth beside her and found him biting his lip in pain. His brow furrowed tight, and beads of sweat rolled down his
forehead. He seemed weak as if he would crumble from a push.
"Gareth! Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Elisa did not wait for his answer and checked him immediately. She did not have the mind to feel awkward and
immediately pulled his shirt open. The area around his wounds had turned purplish black.
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