Fake Heiress Reborn Drops Masks Finds Family (Noelle and Sebastian) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Suspicion

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Roman nodded once and stepped inside. As he passed by Viola, who stood there frozen and pale as a ghost, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even glance at her.

Viola stared at the heavy oak doors as they slowly shut in front of her. A chill swept through her body like ice water. Panic clawed at her chest, and rage boiled just beneath it.

It was over. Angus was probably starting to see through her now too.

What was Roman going to tell him?

While Viola had barely held herself together all night, Noelle had slept like a baby.

She woke up feeling rested and energized, thanks to the breakfast Sebastian whipped up for her.

After finishing the last bite, she packed her bag and got ready for class. Right as she slung it over her shoulder, her phone buzzed.

She picked it up and glanced at the screen.

It was a text from Franz.

“Noelle, we just admitted a unique patient. Any chance you can swing by?”

A unique patient?

She replied, “I’ve got class this morning. I’ll drop by this afternoon.”

Franz shot back, “Perfect!”

Once her last class wrapped, Noelle made her way to the administrative wing of the municipal hospital.

Franz was waiting right at the front.

Behind him stood Robin and several of the senior physicians.

They all stared at Noelle like she walked on water.

No one dared treat her like just another student. Not with her skills.

“You’re here, Dr. Kain!”

They greeted her like she was their secret weapon.

Noelle lifted her head and gave a quiet nod. “Hello Mr. Dillingham, Mr. Werner.”

She offered the others a polite, minimal greeting.

Franz cleared his throat, his voice sheepish. “We wouldn’t have called you unless it was a real outlier today. We swear this won’t become a habit!”

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Noelle said, “Alright.”

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At that same moment…

Inside the exam room…

A man sat slouched in a chair. A ball cap shaded his’eyes, and a surgical mask covered half his face. His silver stud earrings caught the overhead light. A black windbreaker hid his entire build, zipped all the way up. Still, anyone could see he was devastatingly handsome.

The man next to him looked older and more composed, but today, he was pacing like a mess. “Mick, does your leg still hurt? Just hang tight. The doctor should be here any second.

“They say this doctor’s some kind of prodigy. She only takes cases once a week. Supposedly, she can fix anything. I had to call in every favor I’ve got to get you in today. Literally tapped my aunt’s brother–in–law’s cousin!”

“Roger, you’ve gotta stop pacing. You’re making me dizzy.”

Mick Ferguson sounded irritated. He tugged his mask down a little, revealing a sharp, sculpted jaw.

His left leg was propped stiffly on a padded stool. The angle looked unnatural. The way his shoulders tensed said it hurt more than

he let on.

“All this buzz about some miracle doctor,” he muttered. “Probably just another overhyped name with a shiny resume.”

He leaned back, folded his arms, and spoke with quiet scorn.

He had every reason to be skeptical.

This was Mick Ferguson–Global pop sensation, an A–list performer. His dance routines were legendary, his stage presence electric. His fan base spanned continents. Teenagers hung his posters on their walls while adults downloaded every song he realeased.

“Please. Just give this one a chance. She’s the real deal. You’ll see.”

A soft knock tapped against the door.

The knock rang through the room like a sudden break in tension.

Roger nearly tripped over himself trying to open it.

Franz stood in the hallway with his signature charming smile. He gestured to someone beside him. “Dr. Kain, right this way.”

A girl stepped into the room, dressed in a simple white tee, a beige cardigan, and slim–fit jeans.

She couldn’t have been older than nineteen. Her skin was pale, her eyes sharp but kind. She carried an old–fashioned wooden medical kit, worn at the corners and trimmed with brass.

Roger blinked, startled. He glanced from Franz to the girl, totally thrown off. “Wait. Mr. Dillingham, this is…?”

Franz gave a proper introduction. “This is Dr. Kain. That’s Mr. Mick Ferguson, our patient. And this gentleman is his manager, Mr. Roger Hoyles.”

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The moment hit both Roger and Mick like a punch.

Roger looked like someone had pulled the floor out from under him.

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He started wondering if that cousin of his had duped him after all. Maybe those bottles of scotch hadn’t cut it. Maybe he hadn’t bribed his way to a real physician.

This was their so–called prodigy?

She looked like she still needed a permission slip to stay out past ten.

Mick stilled for half a beat. Then something shifted behind his eyes. Not doubt. Amusement.

He’d pictured a woman in her thirties. Someone experienced. Serious. Stern. Instead, a girl walked in who looked like she’d just finished high school math.

Noelle moved like she hadn’t noticed their stares at all. Her eyes went right to Mick. Or more precisely, to the awkwardly positioned leg stretched out stiffly.

She walked behind the desk and sat down, her tone crisp and clean. “Mr. Ferguson, right? Tell me what happened.”

Roger snapped out of his daze. He still had a hundred questions, but this wasn’t the time. He jumped in.

“Mick’s had pain in his left leg for over a month. It started with some weird tension in the back of his knee and just above the ankle. It showed up during choreography. Rehearsals made it worse. Yesterday, he tried a high jump with a spin and felt a sharp stabbing pain. Since then, it hurts to stand. Walking felt tough. Dancing became impossible.”

Roger’s voice got faster with every word. “He’s got a concert in two weeks. Every single ticket’s already been sold. His fans are counting on him! Then it’s an ad campaign and a movie shoot. If anyone finds out he’s injured, it could blow everything up! Please, doctor, do whatever it takes. Give him whatever treatment he needs. He has to bounce back fast!”

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