Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 38

William hadn't forgotten Michael's repeated warnings over the phone. He was under no circumstances to say that Christian had called him back.

As the thought crossed his mind, he cleared his throat and, without batting an eye or showing a change in expression, began fabricating a story.

"I just came back from abroad and heard the hospital admitted a rather special patient, so I thought I'd come to take a look."

He paused, and his gaze landed on Annie. His tone adopted a warm, friendly tone as he continued, "And you are?"

Pushing down her doubts, she evenly answered, "Annie. Annie Steward."

"Ms. Steward." He smoothly adapted the title.

His roving eyes swept over her again, burning bright with a desire for gossip. "I wonder if you're married, Ms. Steward. I have a friend who's a good guy but just a little stiff. Should I introduce you to each other?"

Just then, a faint cough came from the bed. Irene was awake.

William immediately stopped. His frivolous grin vanished without a trace as he strode up to the bed and began examining Irene intently.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Steward Senior? Is there any discomfort?"

His voice was warm and professional, a stark contrast from the frivolous man he was moments ago.

Annie watched him pull out a stethoscope with practiced ease, check Irene's heartbeat, and ask detailed medical questions. The more she observed, the more the last hints of suspicion she had dissolved.

William did seem to know what he was doing.

To maintain his "miracle doctor" image, Sean had likely hidden the truth about Irene's condition from the start and sustained her with medication, creating the false impression of stable health. That was why Irene's death was not an accident. It'd been inevitable!

Sean had lied to her again!

"Why should I trust you?" she rasped. She couldn't casually entrust Irene's life to William, who seemed utterly unreliable.

"Because I'm a specialist in this field," William announced as he straightened up. His expression turned serious. "You can choose to believe me or not, but this patient doesn't have the time to wait."

Annie bit her lip hard. Her eyes flicked from William to Irene on the bed.

Logic and reason told her not to easily trust a stranger, but this was something she couldn't afford to risk. So she took a deep breath, as if to gather every ounce of her strength, and said, "Alright. I agree to the surgery."