Impressed by Hannah’s medical acumen, Brayden exhaled in relief.


    “Absolutely, Miss Moore.


    You’re right,” he said, his voice tinged with sorrow.


    “Grace was poisoned once, and it took too long to get her the help she needed.


    She survived but with Lingeringplications.


    ”


    “Despite seeking the best medical minds, we’ve had no luck.


    Mr.


    Campbell recently stated that without a cure, she has at most a year to live.


    ”


    Hannah’s eyes narrowed as she recalled Saul mentioning someone was secretly looking for her.


    So it was Bryson.


    “Miss Moore, the Mitchell family can offer you anything you desire in exchange for your help,” Brayden proposed.


    Resting one hand on the armrest and rhythmically tapping the window with her fingers, Hannah finally said, “It’s not that I’m unwilling.


    ”


    Had her ill-fated four-year marriage never happened, she might not need Bryson to do anything to please her, and she’d be open to helping a child like this.


    But four years had psed, and she couldn’t even bring herself to confidently walk into an operating room.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    How could she assure the survival of a critically ill patient?


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    “I’m aware you’ve uncovered my background.


    You probably reviewed my history before you located me.


    So you should know that I’ve been out of the medical field for quite some time,” Hannah said slowly.


    “I’m sorry, but it’s unlikely I can treat such aplex case on short notice.


    Please consult another doctor.


    ”


    “Miss Moore, don’t dismiss the possibility so quickly.


    Take some time to consider it,” Brayden replied, seemingly indifferent to her decision.


    “Bryson can wait.


    ”


    Catching Brayden’s steadfast gaze in the rearview mirror, Hannah’s brow furrowed involuntarily.


    As he observed Hannah climb into Brayden’s car and drive off, Den’s expression remained stony and displeased.


    Eliana sidled up to him, her familiar scent filling the air.


    She whispered, “Den, my parents are returning in a few days.


    Can we find time to talk about our wedding ns?”


    Gazing at Eliana’s face, radiant with unguarded anticipation for love, Den felt momentarily lost in thought.


    Hadn’t he dreamt of this very moment?


    Years ago, he had be the talk of the town in Valmere just to win her over.


    He’d journeyed abroad for Eliana, only to be turned away.


    Disheartened, he returned.


    Had it mot been for his subsequent marriage to Hannah, Edwards Group would’ve been the butt of many jokes.


    The woman who filled his thoughts day and night was right before him, meticulously nning their imminent wedding.


    What more could he want?