Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 469

Madeline:

“You must be really busy,” the doctor remarked, smiling as he went through the papers.

“No, it’s alright. I have prepared some of the medicine. Some of the children are going to wake up and meet their parents today,” I informed him.

He looked excited. The doctors had been blamed for a lot. People harassed them, asking what they were doing and why they could not save their children.

“I wanted to ask you something,” I said.

He had already explained the situation with Baxter and what they were going to do to him. They planned to place him in a small, congested room.

Some would call it a closet. Others would use a darker name, a coffin with small tubes attached from the sides and one from the top directly into his mouth.

“I know you’re scared that he will be in a coffin for a month, but trust me, this is the best treatment,” he assured me.

“It is expensive, and not many people can afford it,” he added.

As he continued, I shifted in my seat. That was exactly my concern.

The council was paying me to treat the children, but this was not about money. I had to find five unique herbs so my husband could connect them through tubes.

Those herbs were rarely found. There were reports of some packs having them, but nothing confirmed.

The files were difficult to read. Each pack had conducted its own research on the herbs.

Going through them and trying to locate what they called treasures felt impossible. I did not know how to find those herbs.

“Will I get a hint? A chance? Some help?” I asked, watching him lift his head and smile at me.

“Miss Madeline, we called you and suggested the treatment because the herbs have already been found. They were delivered specifically for Baxter,” he explained.

“That is why his name was at the top of the list to receive the treatment,” he continued.

My jaw dropped. Ideas began forming in my mind.

Who could have done it? Someone apologetic, perhaps.

“Um, I don’t understand,” I murmured, studying him as he smiled.

“Well, it seems the devil has a soft corner,” he commented, sliding the file toward me and pointing at the name.

Alpha Byron.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Alpha Byron?” I asked.

The doctor nodded and gathered the papers.

“Let me know when we can put Baxter into the coffin. Remember, he will not be let out for a month, but there is a ninety nine percent chance he will wake up,” he explained.

“With his condition, he has stabilized a lot. In a month, he will be on his feet. This treatment has never failed,” he added.

“The only time it did was when a family member insisted on seeing her son. They opened the coffin, and it disrupted the treatment,” he clarified.

He spoke with confidence. My mind was still stuck on Byron.

After learning about the treatment, I had done my research. It was usually reserved for royals who could secure the herbs.

I wondered why they were offering it to me. Now that I knew Byron had helped, I felt stunned and impressed.

“Alright, I will let you know when I am ready,” I told the doctor.

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