Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301

I decided to head straight home after seeing the patient at the Jones residence, so we took my car. Elias left his back at the Windsor Group,

Mrs. Jones was already waiting at the door when we arrived.

Elara! It’s been too long,” she said warmly as I got out of the car. “Your uncle and I were just talking about you yesterday.”

Mrs. Jones.” I returned her smile. “I came in such a hurry today, I didn’t bring anything for you and Mr. Jones. Please forgive the oversight”

he waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be silly! You coming is help enough. If Ellas had let you bring gifts, his father would have tanned his hide! Come in, come

n.”

lias laughed, ushering me inside.

he moment I entered the living room, my eyes found the patient Elias had mentioned.

in elderly man, perhaps in his seventies, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark, well–pressed trousers. A cane rested beside his chair; his mobility seemed mpaired.

Maybe it was my imagination, but my first impression was of

of someon

profoundly deep. Impenetrable.

Third–person POV

ut before I could process that feeling, both Mr. Jones and the old gentleman noticed our arrival and looked over.

Mr. Jones stood up first, turning to his friend. “Garcia, this is the Dr. Windsor I mentioned. Don’t let her youth fool you. Her medical skill is profound. Even the inclairs have her treating them at their home.”

hen, to me: “Elara, this is Mr. Garcia. An old friend of mine. We haven’t seen each other since he moved abroad over twenty years ago.” His tone held a distinct

Lote of wistfulness for time’s swift passage.

1r. Garcia stroked his white beard, his gaze turning appraising as it settled on me. “Dr. Windsor. My purpose for returning is to seek medical help. I’ll be

roubling you.”

was used to patients scrutinizing me because of my age. It didn’t bother me. “Mr. Garcia, let me take your pulse first and assess the situation.”

Mr. and Mrs. Jones quickly made space for me to sit and called for a servant to bring tea and snacks.

sat beside Mr. Garcia. Instead of asking questions, I quietly extended my fingers to his wrist.

To one else spoke, waiting for my verdict.

When I withdrew my hand, Mr. Garcia was the first to ask. “Well?”

It’s treatable.” I didn’t elaborate. “A combination of herbal formulas and acupuncture. However, I don’t have time for home visits anymore. You’ll need to come

> the clinic regularly.”

Iome visits were time–consuming and draining. I tried not to take on too many, especially for people I didn’t know well. The Sinclairs were an exception. Partly or my own reasons–I needed that connection–and partly because they were Aiden’s family. My guard was naturally lower. And I felt an instant, deep fondness or Hannah. Treating her, even if inconvenient, felt right..

Mr. Garcia smiled indifferently. “That’s fine. As long as it can be treated, I’m grateful.”

Mr. Jones also looked at me with surprise. “Really treatable? What are the odds?”

He’d always heard Elias praise my skills, but he’d figured a young doctor’s abilities could only go so far. Itis original plan had been to take Garcia to see Master Colton, but Garcia, not wanting to impose on the elderly master, had asked if Colton had any exceptional protégés.

thought for a moment. “Eighty percent.” I was being conservative. My teacher always said to leave room when speaking to patients. Healing depended on their poperation, too, not just the doctor’s skill.

Mrs. Jones clapped her hands, beaming. “No wonder Xunmu always says your medical skill far surpasses his! It seems talent really matters in this field.” She couldn’t resist teasing Elias.

I smiled but didn’t comment further. I wrote out a prescription, finalized acupuncture appointment times with Mr. Garcia at the clinic, and prepared to leave.

Mr. Garcia rose at the same time. “It’s getting late. I’ll leave with Dr. Windsor.”

Third person POV

it the penthouse, the atmosphere was tense. Neil delivered his latest report.

DK Pharmaceuticals, based in the U.S., has begun establishing a New York branch. Rumor is their CEO is coming personally to oversee it.”

Our intel suggests the CEO is also ethnically Chinese. Moved to the States years ago and founded DK.”

[earing this, Gavin’s eyes narrowed slightly. His voice was deceptively calm. “A bit of a coincidence.”

K Pharma had been making aggressive, noticeable moves lately. And it was curious–after all these years with no interest in the domestic market, they decided › expand right after Saxon was released and vanished.

ut what truly raised suspicion wasn’t that. It was the fact that the last trace of that elusive underworld network they’d found years ago had also been in the

tates.

nce was chance. Twice was a pattern.

eil nodded. “Very coincidental. I have people keeping an eye on DK’s activities. As for the main residence… still quiet.”

Be patient.” Playing a long game required it.

fter a pause, Gavin shifted focus. “And the apartment? Any news there?”

The apartment?” Neil blinked, then understood. He cleared his throat, deciding to embellish. “Miss Elara? Oh, nothing much. Just that she and Zane seem… iendlier. Having meals together, visiting back and forth quite a bit.”

Honestly, you might want to start saving for a second wedding gift.”

efore he could finish, Gavin’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp. “Meals together?”

Yep.” Neil shrugged, enjoying himself. “Zane’s been very attentive lately. Don’t believe me? Go ask her yourself.”

avin’s frown deepened. “Let her. If she falls for that act, I can’t stop her.” If she wasn’t susceptible to it, she wouldn’t have been fooled by Zane all those years go.

he thought irked him. Before Neil could say more, he stood, his expression cold. “Get the car. We’re going to the apartments.”

lara’s POV

Then I left the Jones‘, Mr. Garcia offered me a ride. I refused without a second thought.

Walking back to my building alone, I found Zane already waiting outside my door, holding a thermal lunch bag. “Mary heard I live downstairs now. She made ɔme of your favorite dishes and asked me to bring them to you.” During those three years of marriage, Mary had been the one in the Grayson household who howed me the most everyday kindness.

eeing the size of the bag, I knew Chloe and I couldn’t finish it all. Out of politeness, I asked, “Have you eaten? Do you want to join us?”

Would that be okay?” A hopeful light flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t immediately accept, asking cautiously instead.

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