She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 313: Piece Of Mind

Chapter 313: Piece of Mind

Mr. Owen and Kelvin had just reached the room's doorway when they saw an elderly man with silver hair standing by old Mr. Foley's bedside.

He wore a long black robe, shiny leather handmade shoes, and had a face filled with wrinkles that exuded an uncomfortable aura. Especially when his slender, narrow eyes fixed on someone, it gave off the eerie feeling of being hunted. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Kelvin's eyes revealed a hint of doubt. This man's presence was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. The black robe...

In Kelvin's mind, a scene from Soar Casino flashed involuntarily. It was an encounter in passing, but the figure in the black robe from that moment seemed to overlap with the man standing before him.

While Kelvin contemplated, Adrian held a silver needle and gently inserted it into old Mr. Foley's shoulder. His technique was skillful and agile, clearly demonstrating his familiarity with acupuncture points. As the needle went in, old Mr. Foley felt like a boulder on his body had been shifted, and he immediately felt much lighter. His consciousness also became somewhat clearer.

"Grandfather, how do you feel?" Vincent's handsome and concerned face was enlarged before his eyes, full of genuine care and worry.

"It seems... much better. The heaviness has lessened," old Mr. Foley replied, and the scene of his children and grandchildren gathered at his bedside warmed his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a tall figure standing at the door, prompting him to smile faintly.

As Adrian turned around, Mr. Owen also finally recognized the person. His face showed astonishment, and he pointed a trembling finger at the man, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"Adrian? How can it be you... you're not..."

When Adrian was young, he was considered a bright star in the medical field, although he couldn't compare to his brother Layne's exceptional talent, he still stood out among his peers. However, more than twenty years ago, he had betrayed the Edwards family and disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Owen didn't expect Adrian to reappear after more than twenty years in the Foley mansion.

He couldn't deny that Adrian was a talented individual, but he couldn't condone his character.

Upon seeing the old acquaintance, Adrian turned around and gave Mr. Owen a friendly smile, extending his hand towards him. "Long time no see. I heard you've become the director of Hopedale Hospital. Congratulations."

Adrian had initiated the handshake, and Mr. Owen couldn't refuse him that courtesy.

Back when they were studying at the Capital Medical University, he and Adrian were classmates, and their relationship was fairly average. Later, he received a scholarship to continue his studies abroad, and they lost touch. Twenty years had passed since then.

"Thank you, it's just good luck. I'm getting old, and I'll be retiring soon. But why are you here, Adrian?" Mr. Owen inquired.

In response, Vincent stepped forward and stood next to Adrian. He explained, "I invited Mr. Edwards to treat my grandfather's illness. We can't afford any more delays."

As he finished the sentence, Vincent lowered his head slightly, concealing any calculating light in his eyes behind his long, thick eyelashes. His expression became inscrutable. His decision was

somewhat reasonable, considering the current relationship between the Edwards and Foley families. Old Mr. Foley wouldn't invite Layne to treat him, so choosing Adrian was the next best option.

"Grandfather will recover, Mr. Owen. Please recheck his condition," Kelvin stated firmly, making it clear that there was no room for refusal.

Adrian concealed a faint smile, remained silent, and held his hands calmly before him, ready to cooperate. The first person to disagree, however, was Emelia, whose fair face was filled with anger as she looked at Mr. Owen with sarcasm.

"Grandfather is sick, Kelvin, but you're not here, and that's fine. But why do you doubt the doctor bought by Vincent?"

"If the mediocre doctor you found was of any use, would Grandfather's condition have lasted until now?"

"Or is it that you're actually guarding against Vincent and my family?"

As the words fell, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, like an early onset of winter, with the temperature dropping by ten degrees. Emelia's sharp words had turned the atmosphere icy.

When Kelvin turned his sharp, cold eyes towards Emelia, the latter felt a rush of cold air hitting her face.

Mr. Owen was so upset that he was almost shaking, his hand holding the stethoscope trembling. He was about to leave, unable to contain his anger.

"A mediocre doctor?"

He had been practicing medicine for over forty years, with thousands of patients treated successfully. He had numerous awards and accolades hanging in his office, and his trophy collection was extensive.

But today, he was labeled a "mediocre doctor." It was the first time anyone had used such words to describe him. Could he not be angry?

He shook his hand to remove the stethoscope and put it back in his medical bag. He pretended to leave, saying, "This time, even if you withdraw your investment, Mr. Foley, I don't care. I have dignity and principles!"

Seeing this, old Mr. Foley struggled to sit up in bed. He had just woken up, and his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Mr. Owen, don't be angry... Emelia, apologize to your brother and Mr. Owen."

But Mr. Owen, whose anger was still smoldering, couldn't stand it any longer. He turned around, about to leave.

Vincent hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Mr. Owen's wrist with his bony hand, and said, "Mr. Owen, please don't be angry. My sister didn't mean it. She just speaks her mind."

Speak her mind?

Or speak her mind without thinking about the consequences? It seemed that the siblings had conspired together.

One pretended to be the instigator, intentionally provoking him with her words, and the other played the peacemaker, coming to "comfort" him.

"Alright, I'm not a fool. Mr. Foley, please find another doctor. Adrian is a good physician, and he can handle this himself."

Mr. Owen was about to turn and leave when he noticed something on Vincent's wrist - a string of rosewood beads. He had seen it before but only caught a glimpse of it and didn't pay much attention. Then he thought of the beads that Eddie showed to him.

The size, color, and patterns... they were all identical.

Could it be?

Mr. Owen's surprised expression and his look of doubt were all noticed by Vincent. Following the gaze, he saw Mr. Owen looking at the rosewood beads on his wrist.

Vincent quietly adjusted his hand, covering the bracelet with his sleeve.

"I didn't expect Master Vincent to be so young and already a believer in Buddhism."

Mr. Owen raised his head with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and the calm look in Vincent's eyes gave nothing away.

He smiled and replied, "It's not a matter of belief. It's just seeking peace of mind."