Chapter: 150
“How’s Granddad?” Dahlia bolted into the room in her heels. She had been in a meeting when she received the news of her grandfather falling ill and rushed over as fast as possible.
“Dahlia, the doctors think that he might not make it,” Florence mumbled, shaking her head.
“What?” Dahlia’s face paled.
“How could that be? Wasn’t he fine yesterday?”
“I think it’s weird too! But maybe this is his fate.” Florence sighed.
“Where’s the doctor? Doctor!” Dahlia called, distraught.
“It’s futile. All sorts of doctors have checked him. They say his symptoms are too weird. There’s no way for them to find the root cause of his condition, and the only thing left to do is wait for his death.”
“I–impossible!” shrieked Dahlia as she began to panic. She couldn’t imagine her grandfather, who loved her so dearly, passing away.
“Dahlia, I know a fabulous doctor. He might be able to do something.” Matt, who had been standing nearby. finally spoke.
“A fabulous doctor? Who? Can they really save my grandfather?” Dahlia perked up instantly.
“His name is Dr. Ross Leister. He just arrived from Millsburg, and his medical skills are top–notch. He’s able to cure all sorts of illnesses! He also happens to be Dr. Rowan Cross‘ apprentice,” Matt replied.
“Dr. Cross‘ apprentice?” Everyone’s expressions began to brighten when they heard that.
Dr. Cross was well–known. Even people in South City were familiar with his accomplishments. He was on par with Dr. Watkinds and Dr. Peay, who were both already at the top of the pyramid when it came to medicine! His skills were so good they had already reached perfection. As his apprentice, Dr. Leister’s skills must be outstanding!
“Can you really get him to examine Granddad?” Dahlia asked, her tone hopeful. This doctor was her grandfather’s only shot now.
“He’s my friend. He’ll come if I ask him to” Matt nodded.
“That’s wonderful news! If Old Mr. Nicholson gets well, the Nicholson family will be in your debt!” Everyone agreed.
“This is nothing. Let me ask for him.” Matt smiled and left the room.
As soon as Matt had left, Dustin entered the ward but was stopped in his tracks by Florence.
“What are you doing here, Rhys?” she snapped.
“I heard that Granddad’s sick. I’m here to visit him.” Dustin’s face was sombre.
“Visit him? Who do you think you are? You’re no longer my son–in–law. We don’t welcome you here!” hissed Florence as she glared at him.
“What’s wrong. Mom?” Dahlia rushed over when she heard the commotion.
“This bastard is pretending to care and wants to visit your grandfather. I bet he knows your grandpa’s time is almost up, so he’s here to try to get a piece of the family fortune!” Florence mocked.
Everyone in the Nicholson family knew that Henry Nicholson had always treated Dustin like his own grandson. It would be no surprise if the old man left Dustin something to take over!
“You’ve got it all wrong. I’m just worried about Granddad’s condition,” Dustin explained.