Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304

“Yes.” He wasn’t the first to ask. Over the years, many patients I’d actually treated had wondered the same. While 1er, Gartis was introduced by the joneses my default was to be wary of everyone. I answered smoothly. “Maybe, as Elias says, I just have a bit of a knack for it.

“Mr. Garcia, many of our patients here have asked the same thing.” Elias chimed in, having promised Master Colton to keep the secret its spus a covering Se with ease. “But when she first entered university, she really knew nothing just very bright. Could always extrapolate from what for teacher sp

…” I smiled but said nothing, remembering those days. I was a freshman; Elias was the teacher’s star pupil at the university, Caltor’s celebrated protégé in everyone’s eyes. In reality, when Master Colton introduced us, his first words were: “Elara, this is Xanmu I told you about Gable him from down. They’s

alent is average, but his heart is good.”

Clias had been stunned, being told a junior would guide him. Then I casually inserted a single needle. He was convinced Needle technipe sight book simple, out an expert could gauge depth from just one insertion. Mine was profound. Elias had only seen that level in Master Colton himself.

Is that so?” Mr. Garcia smiled, then changed the subject. “By the way, I heard from your parents you and Dr, Windsor are collaborating on some cancer drug research. How’s it progressing?”

The progress is very-” Being his parents‘ old friend, Elias almost told the truth. I cut in smoothly.“–very slow. We’re a bit in the dark ourselves right now.

Elias caught on, smiling and nodding. “Yes. Still figuring out how to explain it to the Windsor Group.”

‘Really?” Mr. Garcia coughed, his illness evident, his face aged. “But I heard a launch event was being planned? If that’s the case, the Windsor Group might not et it slide so easily.” He sounded genuinely concerned for us.

I didn’t consider myself a great judge of character and kept my guard up. “It’s normal for R&D projects to underperform. I doubt Mr. Windsor is such a poor

oser.”

That’s true.” Mr. Garcia seemed to remember something. “Oh, I nearly forgot. You and Mr. Windsor are practically siblings, close since childhood. He surely wouldn’t disregard all sentiment.”

immediately glanced at Elias. He frowned too. “Mr. Garcia, who told you Elara and Mr. Windsor are siblings?” He’d never mentioned that to his parents.

Mr. Garcia gave an awkward laugh, brushing it off. “Wasn’t Dr. Windsor adopted by the Windsor family? That makes them siblings in name, surely.”

had a vague sense this man was probing for something, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. I chose not to engage further. “Elias, could you watch him for a moment? ‘ll be right back to remove the needles.”

Of course.”

When I returned from the restroom and removed the needles, Mr. Garcia left. The moment the door closed, Elias and I exchanged a look.

You felt it too?” he asked first.

Yes.” But he was Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s old friend. It shouldn’t be.

lias understood my hesitation. “I’ll ask my parents about his background tonight.”

Third–person POV

leanor walked into the clinic carrying a thermal lunchbox, nearly bumping into Humphrey Garcia as he limped out on his cane.

As they passed, Eleanor couldn’t help but glance at him twice. A complete stranger. But his aura. it felt vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t place where she night have seen him.

Before she could ponder it, he had already gotten into a waiting Rolls–Royce.

Once inside the car, Humphrey Garcia made a call. “You’d better pay more attention to that girl’s drug. I suspect it’s not simple. Don’t wait until she’s firmly established to realize it.” If his own movements weren’t so constrained, Elara wouldn’t even have gotten this close to a launch.

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shaking off by wsse, leaner beaded upstairs, found Bars’s half open office door, and knocked gently. “Elars, finished for the day?

I had just changed out of my white cost. “Yes, about to leave. What brings you? Didn’t you just get a prescription a few days ago? Two rounds of medicine had dreedy beproved her health significantly. After finishing this last prescription, I didn’t plan to prescribe more. Too much medicine wasn’t good either.

I brought you some lunch Eleanor closed the door, walked to the desk, and opened the containers. “I figured you always grab something quick after dire hours. Made some coup and a couple of your favorite dishes. Her tone turned gently admonishing “You can’t neglect yourself like before, not now that you’re reperting

had given up on matchmaking me with her grandson, but she genuinely cared. With free time today, she worried I wouldn’t eat properly.

d been dreading lunch decisions. Touched, I eat back down. “How did you know I was craving sweet and sour ribs?”

The spread was perfect black bone chicken soup with all the fat skimmed off, sweet and sour pork ribs, poached fish fillets in chili oil, blanched lettuce. Exactly

what i wanted

Jeanor laughed softly. “Pregnant women often crave sour and sweet things to stimulate the appetite. I’ve already eaten. You dig in.”

Okay. “I picked up my chopsticks with gusto.

Watching me eat heartily, Eleanor’s gaze grew even more fond. She reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, looking at me as she would

er own grandchild “slow down. Chew well. Better for digestion.”

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Okay.” I nodded obediently, a far cry from the patient, steady doctor giving advice, instead seeming utterly docile.

I was the most comfortable meal I’d had in days. Even the morning sickness vanished.

eeing me like this, Eleanor frowned. “With you pregnant… isn’t anyone looking after you?”

You mean Chloe?” I didn’t think much of it, taking a sip of the delicious soup. “She’s busy. And even if she weren’t, she’s as helpless as I am in the kitchen. feither of us can really cook.”

I meant the child’s father!” Eleanor exclaimed, exasperated. “How can he be so irresponsible? He doesn’t need to be perfect, but he should at least make sure

ou’re eating properly!” What terrible taste, to fall for such an irresponsible man. Even her own good–for–nothing grandson was better than that.

paused, realizing her concern, and decided to be honest. “Grandma, it’s not his fault. I haven’t told him I’m pregnant. And I don’t plan to.” I then helped myself o another spicy, fragrant fish fillet.

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