Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502 Miracle Doctor

The words struck Coyle like a bolt of lightning–sudden, brutal, and impossible to ignore.

His eyes flew wide open, bulging with disbelief.

Even with all of Sutton’s flaws–his recklessness, his arrogance, his constant string of scandals–he was still Coyle’s son.

His blood. His only heir.

“No!”

With a strangled cry, Coyle lashed out with his only working hand, seizing his assistant’s arm in a vice–like grip.

His mouth moved frantically, but the words that came out were garbled and unintelligible. Still, the urgency in his eyes screamed one thing. “Tell me everything.”

Terrell winced under the painful grasp but didn’t dare to pull away. Swallowing his fear, he began to speak, voice shaking.

“The police said Sutton was killed by his girlfriend… supposedly in a fit of jealousy. The woman has already turned herself

in.”

He hesitated for a moment, then added in a softer tone, “But… there’s more. I heard that Ms. Hudson was also taken in for

questioning. They suspected her involvement–but she was released early this morning.”

Sadie.

That wretched whore–again!

Coyle’s vision blurred with rage, his eyes bloodshot and wild. Froth gathered at the corners of his mouth, dripping more

furiously now as his fury surged.

Girlfriend?

Some random woman dared murder his son?

It couldn’t be!

It had to be Sadie.

In his mind, the narrative was crystal clear–Sadie killed Sutton and paid off some pitiful woman to take the blame.

She had already left him paralyzed, his body broken, his dignity in ruins. Now she had killed his heir–his future.

She was hell–bent on annihilating his legacy.

Coyle trembled with the intensity of his rage, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in violent waves.

He stared daggers at Terrell, his slurred voice desperate and twisted by emotion.

“Th–the doctor… have… have you found one?”

His legs couldn’t be lost. He needed to recover. He needed revenge.

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Terrell nodded hastily, clutching at the glimmer of hope. “Yes! Yes, I found someone! A doctor named Lennon Fowler. He said he comes from a long line of traditional healers–specializing in bone injuries, rare cases, the kind other doctors can’t treat!”

Coyle’s gaze calmed slightly, the storm in his eyes momentarily subsiding.

If this man could restore him, even a fraction of his former strength–he would rise again. And when he did, Sadie would pay.

“Bring… him in!”

Terrell bolted from the room, eager to escape the suffocating tension.

Moments later, he returned, escorting a man behind him.

Coyle blinked, baffled.

The figure standing at the door was dressed in worn, patched clothes, his shoes scuffed, his presence almost laughable.

His hands rubbed together nervously, and when he smiled, a row of yellowed teeth gleamed.

“Mr. Wall, I presume?” he said with a thick rural drawl. “No need to worry. Healing folks is what my family does best. You break a bone, and we fix it right up–easy as cooking soup!”

Coyle’s lip curled in disgust. This was the miracle doctor? This bumpkin?

He nearly ordered the man out then and there–but paused. The best specialists in Jazmah had already thrown up their

hands.

He had no options left. Right now, pride had to be swallowed. What he needed… was a chance to strike back.

As Coyle remained silent, his eyes locked in a cold, assessing stare, Lennon’s gaze flickered nervously. After a beat, he cleared his throat and spoke again, this time with a sheepish grin and a hint of opportunism.

“Well, you know… treating someone like you ain’t exactly cheap.”

His voice carried a blend of awkwardness and quiet calculation.

Before Coyle could even attempt a response, Terrell jumped in, eager to smooth things over. “Dr. Fowler, rest assured–if

you can help Mr. Wall walk again, you’ll be handsomely compensated!”

Lennon’s grin widened, and a glint of greed lit up his eyes.

“That’s what I like to hear! But, uh, just so you know… where I come from, there’s a little rule–payment upfront, then the healing! I’ll need to get herbs, prep the meds, you understand. All that costs money.”

Coyle, unwilling to waste time on haggle, gave Terrell a slight nod.

Terrell took the signal immediately. He reached into his bag, pulled out a bank card, and held it out.

“There’s two million on this as a deposit. If Mr. Wall makes a full recovery, you’ll be rewarded even more.”

Lennon’s eyes went wide with delight. He snatched the card like a child handed candy, cradling it as if it were made of gold.

“Now that’s what I call sincerity! Don’t worry, Mr. Wall–once I’m through, you’ll be walking like a colt in spring!”

Lennon brightened, invigorated by the promise of wealth.

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He bowed beside the bed and began pulling odd, mismatched items from his battered cloth satchel–everything from murky pills to strange, jewel–toned powders, and a set of long, razor–thin needles that looked more threatening than medicinal.