Mr. Burton glanced at Haynes with a sigh, "You, my friend, are the one with the most troubles today. Out of the three of you, you're having the toughest time.
Sit down, let me check and see what's really going on."
Haynes exchanged a look with Jasper, who scratched his head in embarrassment. Everyone said this old man was a miracle worker, a legend of sorts. Jasper had spent a fortune and ages trying to track him down. Yet, here they were, and the old guy couldn't even identify who had the terminal illness? Was he a fake miracle worker, just a charlatan?
Rachel's eyes lit up with realization. If he was a fraud, that would be perfect! Frauds were only after money and could be easily bribed. She could pretend to take some "miracle" pills from this old quack, claim her condition was improving, and in a year or so, declare herself cured. She'd been worried about how to keep up the act in a few months' time, but now the solution had presented itself.
Haynes sat down in front of Mr. Burton and extended his hand. Mr. Burton placed his fingers on Haynes's wrist.
Jasper watched Mr. Burton intently. If the old man dared to claim Haynes was the one with the terminal illness, Jasper was ready to expose him as a fraud and parade him through town with a sign saying "I'm a fraud" plastered on his chest.
Mr. Burton shook his head and sighed, "Ah, it's such a pity. So young and already plagued by an incurable disease."
Jasper's eyes widened in disbelief. He was a fraud after all! Just as he was about to explode, Haynes's calm, almost serene voice cut through the tension.
"May I ask, sir, what terminal illness do you think I have?"
Jasper bit back his retort, figuring Haynes wanted to see how the old man would spin his tale.
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