Chapter 165
Chapter 165
Clayton immediately swung a punch at Carson’s face. The cigarette in Carson’s mouth was knocked askew, and the burning tip scalded the canter of hits. mouth. He staggered backward and grabbed a nearby tree just in time to avoid falling.
Carson stared at Clayton in shock. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I told you not to pursue her,” Clayton said with scarlet eyes, like a frenzied beast. The punch had bruised his fractured finger, but he felt no pain–his heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife, suffocating him with agony.
As a high–achieving doctor, Carson was highly regarded at the hospital. He could have found a better woman, yet he insisted on pursuing Clayton’s ex- wife. Clayton believed he could accept Carson dating a wealthy heiress, but not Audrey.
Carson touched the burned corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed. “Clayton, after this punch, our friendship is over. I’ll send Luna back to you. Whatever mess you make of your life from now on’is none of my business.”
vie He winced at the dull pain from moving his mouth, glared at Clayton, and continued, “If the house is listed online, I have the right to buy it. I’ll fully support whatever Audrey wants to do.”
Carson turned toward Audrey’s house, and Clayton immediately chased after him, reaching for his shoulder. This time, Clayton felt the pain from the bruise when he used force, and he let out a muffled groan.
Carson didn’t look back and pressed the elevator button.
“Carson, we’ve been friends for years–are we really falling out over a woman?” Clayton gritted his teeth and demanded.
If Carson bought the house and let Audrey live there, it would be like supporting her. She was kind–hearted and grateful, so she might easily fall in love
with Carson.
Watching the elevator numbers change, Clayton grew anxious and lost his reason. “Your family won’t allow you to marry a divorced woman who’s also your best friend’s ex–wife. What you feel for her isn’t love–it’s pity. Since you can’t marry her, leave her alone.”
Carson’s long–suppressed anger finally erupted. He slowly turned around and punched Clayton in the stomach. As a medical student, he knew exactly how to avoid vital organs while inflicting intense pain.
Clayton stumbled and hit the wall. After a moment, he began to fight back.
When the elevator reached the first floor, Paul and Serena walked out and saw two men brawling in the adjacent corridor. They stared, finding the scene absurd–Clayton and the doctor who had a crush on Audrey were fighting like teenagers, despite being friends.
Paul turned to leave, and Serena hurried to follow. Once they were farther away, she asked, “YouTied to me. You’re in love with Audrey, aren’t you? Why else would you buy her house?”
“She makes money for Stride Commerce–what’s wrong with me helping her solve problems?” Paul said.
“Is that all?” Serena eyed Paul suspiciously, watching for any subtle expression. “Are you sure you’re not lying?”
Tired of wasting time, Paul got into the car and told the driver, “Go to Cascadia Heights.”
After Clayton was too beaten to fight back, Carson straightened his clothes and pressed the elevator button.
Shortly after, the real estate agent walked out of the elevator. They were so close that both were startled.
Carson saw the agent’s name tag and quickly stopped him. “Are you the real estate agent? want to see Ms. Henderson’s house.”
“Who?” The agent looked confused, then suddenly realized when he saw Clayton staggering over. “You mean his ex–wife’s house? It’s already sold.”
“Sold?” Carson and Clayton asked in unison. “To whom?”
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The agent grew wary, fearing he’d lose his commission. “Sorry, client information is strictly confidential
In a clinic, a doctor in his sixties stared at Audrey’s face for a moment before dropping a bombshell. “You’d better moderate your sexual activity with you partner, or you’ll have trouble getting pregnant.”
Audrey’s face instantly turned crimson at Dr. Steven Lewis‘ words. She shot a fierce glare at Yann, but he acted as if the comment had nothing to do wish
him.
Even Calvin felt awkward and quickly changed the subject. “Mr. Lewis, I mentioned the shoulder strain earlier–Ms. Henderson is here for that!
Steven nodded, pretended to stroke a nonexistent beard, glanced at Yann, and quickly returned to a serious tone.
“I’ve prepared the medicine. Heat this pack for ten minutes and apply it to the painful area. Reheat it after it cools, and repeat three times. Use it once every three days the pain should ease in half a month,” said Steven.
Steven’s assistant brought out a cloth–wrapped medicinal pack. Calvin helped pack it in a plastic bag.
“I’ll give you a free tonic as a bonus,” Steven said, scribbling illegibly on a prescription. Audrey couldn’t make out a single word.
The assistant took Audrey to pay, and she knew this doctor was renowned–legend had it that Steven’s ancestor had treated a president, so the fees must
be steep.
But the bill still exceeded her expectations. “Ten thousand dollars for one medicinal pack?” she exclaimed.
The assistant, who was preparing the medicine according to Steven’s prescription, paused briefly before continuing. Audrey was annoyed–she’d definitely make Baldwin pay for this.
The assistant wrapped twenty portions of medicine one by one and said, “Take one packet every night before bed.”
Audrey joked, “Is the ten thousand dollars for my medicine, and the pack is a free gift?”
The assistant nearly spilled the last packet. He forced a polite smile and said, “Of c
course not.”
When Audrey returned to the exam room, she saw Steven picking up a pen to write another indecipherable prescription.
“Does he have the same symptoms as me?” Audrey asked. “He can just take my medicine.”
Steven didn’t look up. “His medicine is complimentary.”
Audrey rolled her eyes.
While Audrey and Yann waited in an adjacent room for the medicine, Yann’s phone kept ringing–apparently, the project leader had doubts about a third- party vendor.
Audrey lay on a bed, scrolling through her phone to kill time.
When the assistant delivered the medicine, the clinic door was open, and another patient entered to see Steven. The person wore a hat, mask, and large sunglasses, accompanied by a young girl who acted humbly, like an assistant.
Audrey noticed the mysterious person walking stiffly, but before she could think more, the lounge door closed.
“The red bag is Ms. Henderson’s medicine, and the blue bag is Mr. Winifred’s,” the assistant told Calvin, handing over both packets.
In the car, Audrey took out the two bags and sniffed them–they smelled different. The blue bag smelled more bitter. She couldn’t help asking, “What’s this for?”
