Chapter 1066



The casual detachment in Jake’s response stung more than the pain in Lacey’s hand.

Lacey forced herself to swallow the bitter lump rising in her throat. She had anticipated Jake’s indifference but hadn’t expected such coldness, not even a word of concern. His first thought was Elma’s treatment. He was like an emotionless automaton, utterly devoid of warmth and emotion. No. He wasn’t emotionless. She knew that. He had warmth and compassion, but it was reserved for others, never for her. The realization twisted the knife already lodged in her heart, but Lacey refused to flinch. She couldn’t afford to show weakness now. Whatever heartbreak and frustration churned inside her, She buried it deep. Her goal loomed larger than her pain. That was what mattered most.

Lacey forced a soft, composed smile.

“Mr. Reeves, there’s no need to worry. Even with my hand injured, I’ve already come up with a solution to ensure Elma’s treatment won’t be interrupted.”

Jake’s brow eased, though his eyes remained sharp.

“Let’s hear it.”

Without hesitation, Lacey produced a neatly arranged stack of documents. She laid them on the table with practiced precision, her voice steady.

“This is information about my mentor. Years ago, when I fled home with Jeanette, he took us in and became my mentor. He’s the one who taught me medicine from the ground up.”

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing.

Find your favorite stories at galnovels .com “Though he left on an extended journey a few years ago, he recently returned. I only received word of his arrival now. His methods may seem unconventional, but his reputation within the medical community is impeccable.”

Jake’s expression didn’t soften, but Lacey could see him weighing her words carefully.

“If you’re skeptical, Mr. Reeves, feel free to verify everything. The details are all here,” Lacey added, tapping the documents lightly.

Jake glanced through the paperwork, his unease still visible.

“And you’re confident he can treat Elma’s condition?”

Lacey’s smile widened, laced with quiet assurance.

“Absolutely. In fact, some of the treatments I’ve implemented for Elma were his suggestions. We’ve been in contact recently, discussing her case in depth.”

Her tone shifted slightly, softening.

“I didn’t invite him here initially because he’s retired and deserves to enjoy his time at home. But if you believe he could help further, I can reach out to him directly.”

Jake nodded slowly, his mind churning as he sifted through the information. For the first time in days, a flicker of hope had lit his eyes. The thought of Elma healthy and carefree, running and laughing with other children, felt almost tangible.

Yet, Jake’s practicality grounded him.

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