Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 546

"I meant exactly what I said. Is that unclear?" Arabella raised a brow, her tone sharp and direct.

The man who had spoken flushed slightly. "Are you seriously suggesting that all of us here are no match for someone like you?"

"Frankly, you're not on her level," Orion stated bluntly.

Arabella offered a faint smile. "Actually, it's because I'm more familiar with the patient's condition than any of you are."

"You haven't even reviewed the charts. What could you possibly know?" one doctor retorted. She hadn't glanced at any reports—how could she know more than they did?

"Seems you've forgotten," Arabella replied smoothly. "Didn't that woman just mention we've known each other for years?" She knew Dylan well—perhaps too well.

"Don't listen to her," Sarah cut in desperately. "She holds a grudge against my son. Why would she ever want to help him?" She knew Arabella wasn't here out of kindness.

"A grudge?" Arabella tilted her head, feigning confusion. "I'm just a physician who was called in. Please trust my professionalism. I fully intend to see the patient recover."

Sarah felt as if she'd been doused with ice water. She didn't want Dylan to get better—not like this.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself. Why not let her try?" one of the doctors remarked, beginning to waver.

"Aaron, you really buy into this?" another asked skeptically.

Aaron Belmont nodded slowly. "This is an unusual case. I'm curious to see her approach."

He studied Arabella's composed expression and wondered if she might actually pull it off.

"She's lying. She doesn't know the first thing about treatment," Sarah insisted, stepping firmly between Arabella and Dylan's bed.

Arabella watched her with mild amusement. "You keep blocking me. Feeling guilty about something?"

"That's ridiculous. Why would I feel guilty?" Sarah's voice wavered almost imperceptibly.

Arabella shrugged. "You tell me."

Of course, she knew the reason—but she wasn't about to say it aloud.

"I don't know what you're implying. Stop talking nonsense," Sarah muttered, avoiding Arabella's gaze.

"Arabella, haven't you done enough?" Dylan snapped, his voice tight with anger.

Arabella blinked, her eyes wide and innocent. "I'm here to treat you. How is that doing you harm?"

Then she paused, as if a thought had just struck her. She looked straight at Dylan and said slowly, "Unless... you don't actually want to get better?"

The room fell so quiet you could hear the hum of the medical equipment.

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