While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Veyra And Caspian

The café was tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop.

Veyra saw it through the car window as the convoy pulled up. The sign said Savina in gold letters. The windows were large and clean. Inside, she could see wooden tables and leather chairs and a counter with a display case full of pastries.

"This is it," she said to Lily.

Lily pressed her face against the glass. "It looks fancy."

"Maybe because it looks normal."

"For you, maybe. I’ve never been to a café before."

Veyra looked at her. "Never?"

Lily shook her head. "Great-Grandmother says the world is dangerous. She doesn’t like me going out."

Veyra understood. The Thorne family was wealthy. Wealthy families had enemies. Wealthy families had reasons to keep their children close.

"Well," Veyra said, "today you’re going to a café. And tomorrow, who knows? Maybe an ice cream shop."

Lily’s eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Really."

The bodyguard opened the door. Veyra stepped out. Lily followed. Two bodyguards flanked them. The others stayed with the cars.

Veyra pushed open the café door. A bell chimed.

Dr. Harrison was already there. He sat at a table in the corner, a cup of tea in front of him, his folder on the chair beside him. He stood up when he saw her.

"Mrs. Thorne," he said. "And who is this young lady?"

"This is Lily," Veyra said. "My husband’s niece."

Lily smiled shyly. "Hello."

Dr. Harrison smiled back. "Hello, Lily. Would you like a hot chocolate?"

Lily looked at Veyra. Veyra nodded.

"Yes, please," Lily said.

Dr. Harrison flagged down a server. He ordered a hot chocolate for Lily and a coffee for Veyra. Veyra sat down across from him. Lily sat beside her, swinging her legs.

"Thank you for coming," Dr. Harrison said. "I know this has been a difficult few days."

"That’s one way to put it."

He smiled. "I’ve been thinking about your formula. About what it could mean for the medical community. For patients. For families."

Veyra nodded.

"I want to help you," he said. "But I need to know what you want. Your terms. Your conditions. Don’t hesitate. Tell me exactly what you’re thinking."

Veyra took a breath.

She had been thinking about this since she hung up the phone. What did she want? What did she really want?

Not money. She had learned that money came with strings. That money could be taken away. That money could buy diamonds and villas and Chanel clutches, but it could not buy peace.

She wanted something else.

"There’s a university," she said. "A medical university. It’s one of the best in the country."

Dr. Harrison nodded. "I know it."

"I was supposed to go there." Her voice was quiet. "I got in. I had the grades. The test scores. The letters of recommendation."

"What happened?"

"My mother got sick." She paused. "I dropped out before I even started. I took care of her instead. And then she died. And then I got married. And then I spent seven years being someone I wasn’t."

The words hung in the air.

"I want to go back," she said. "I want to study medicine. Properly. With teachers and textbooks and exams. I want a degree. I want the credentials that everyone keeps telling me I don’t have."

Dr. Harrison was quiet.

"I know I don’t need a degree to make medicine," she said. "I’ve proven that. But I want one anyway. I want to learn. I want to be better. I want to help more people. And I can’t do that if no one takes me seriously."

She looked at him.

"That’s my condition. Help me get into that university. Help me get the education I was supposed to have. And the licensing rights are yours."

Dr. Harrison said nothing.

"I mean it," she said. "Even if you can’t help me. Even if the university says no. I’ll still give you the rights. I’ll still let you license the formula. Because it’s the right thing to do. Because it will save lives."

She paused.

"But if you can help me. If you can open that door for me. I will spend the rest of my life making medicines that help people. Better medicines. Stronger medicines. Medicines that no one else can make."

Dr. Harrison leaned back in his chair. He looked at her for a long moment.

"You’re serious," he said.

"I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life."

He smiled. "Then I’ll make some calls."

Dr. Harrison pulled out his phone.

He stepped away from the table. His voice was low. Veyra could not hear what he was saying. She watched him pace back and forth by the window, his free hand gesturing.

Lily tugged on her sleeve. "Did you really make that medicine?"

"Yes."

"All by yourself?"

"All by myself."

Lily’s eyes were wide. "That’s amazing. I can’t even make toast without burning it."

Veyra laughed. "Toast is hard."

"No, it’s not. You put bread in a toaster and you push a button."

"And somehow you still burn it?"

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