Chapter 589

Chapter 589:

“That’s what it feels like when this so-called ‘old injury’ flares up,” Madisyn said.

Wesley was stunned. “Really?”

“Yes. Even though it’s an old injury, it barely affects anything,” Madisyn said, her tone turning stern. “Did you invite me here for something so trivial? Do you understand how grave your grandfather’s condition was when he came to me back then? He was coughing up blood daily, on the brink of death. Every patient I treat faces life and death. By asking me to see her, you’re taking time away from those who are truly in need.”

Her words weighed heavily on Wesley, and he found himself unable to lift his gaze. He knew all too well the suffering his grandfather had endured back then. Embarrassed, he turned to Rosemarie, disbelief evident in his expression.

“Rosemarie, if this old injury isn’t serious, why did it affect the competition?”

Caught off guard, Rosemarie glanced at Madisyn, a trace of confusion flickering across her face. Hadn’t she struck a deal with the doctor?

The doctor was supposed to keep her secret in exchange for a hundred thousand. She had already transferred the money!

“Charlatan!” Rosemarie suddenly burst out, her face flushed with anger as she slammed her hand on the table. “I thought you were extraordinary! Turns out, you’re just mediocre! I was in such agony that my entire knee was bleeding—everyone saw it!”

The memory jolted Wesley. Yes, he had seen the blood. How could it not have been painful? Hesitantly, he turned to Madisyn. “Dr. Mia, could there have been a mistake? Would you mind checking again?”

Madisyn eyed him with thinly veiled exasperation. So stupid!

How could someone as wise as Clayton have a grandson this foolish?

Relieved by Wesley’s unwavering loyalty, Rosemarie inwardly smirked at the doctor, already plotting how to tarnish her reputation.

“Dr. Mia?” Rosemarie’s voice suddenly echoed.

Lᴀtєst chαptєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovеℓ𝑠.𝑎𝓂

Wesley glanced over, startled. Rosemarie hadn’t spoken. He looked again and realized the voice was coming from the doctor’s phone.

The recording continued to play. “Dr. Mia, do you need anything? Could you do me a favor? I can give you anything you want.”

“What favor?” the doctor’s voice followed.

“Help me… lie about my injury…” Rosemarie whispered, her tone desperate.

“And why should I help you?” the doctor questioned.

“I know you became a doctor to take money. I can offer you a hundred thousand. How does that sound?” Rosemarie continued.

As the recording played, Madisyn’s expression transformed, a shadow of panic crossing her face.

Wesley turned to her, shock flooding his eyes. “You— you lied to me?” His voice faltered, disbelief filling the space between them.

He had idolized Rosemarie, trusting her without question. But now, clarity hit him like a cold wave. “No… I see. You’re not Rosemarie. The real Rosemarie would have won the race despite the injury. Who are you?”

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