They could not believe that she was the legitimate miracle doctor, Dr. Tussaud, upon comparing the picture on the internet to Nicole.
“If she has such excellent medical skills, why didn’t she continue to pursue her career in the industry?” someone questioned.
“Curious, huh?” Davin glanced at the children, who were currently playing in the yard.
“She’d wanted to have more babies with my brother.”
“Huh? Didn’t they have four children already?”
“Four is nothing! They should give birth to about eight or ten more children.”
Davin’s words were met with silence.
Are you expecting a football team?
Upon noticing the former’s contemptuous look on himself, Davin was suddenly reminded of the fact that the former’s wife had difficulty giving birth, despite consulting doctors from all over the world. He shouldn’t have brought up this topic, as he had touched a raw nerve there.
Davin cleared his throat awkwardly. “Why don’t you get Nicole to run a diagnosis on your wife?”
“She can treat that too?”
Well, at least there’s something to hope for.
“Nicole is Dr. Tussaud. You must have faith in her medical skills.”
As he said that, Anthony, who was unconscious on the side, slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened to me?”
“Dad, how are you feeling?”
“You got too worked up just now and fainted. Please try to control your emotions in the future,” Nicole uttered.
What do you mean by too worked up? Clearly, my blood was boiling because of Sheila, that little brat.
His eyes darted around the crowd, looking for Sheila’s shadow.
When he saw her flirting with Davin, he could only rein back his anger as he sighed heavily.
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