Scott Henry frowned, trying to persuade her, but she remained adamant. With no other choice, he took Olivia home. When Andrea heard about her refusal to undergo surgery, she was also displeased. “Of course, she shouldn’t have anesthesia, but just grit your teeth and get it over with. It’s just a small incision!”
Olivia was unhappy but didn’t dare argue. “I don’t want surgery.”
“That won’t do! If your leg doesn’t heal properly and it affects my grandson, it’ll be a big problem!”
“I said no surgery, and that’s final!”
With that, Olivia hobbled off.
Andrea, unable to sway her, had to consider the unborn child. She began inquiring about alternative treatments, hoping to find a traditional medicine (TM) practitioner who could fix the issue without surgery.
After all, TM has a lot of experience in setting bones. In ancient times, without surgery, TM doctors could treat fractures and injuries. A small ankle sprain shouldn’t be too hard. If acupuncture and massage could fix it, it would benefit both Olivia and the child.
Surprisingly, Andrea actually found someone.
“Up in the mountains, there’s a renowned doctor! They say he can treat infertility, skin conditions, and even cancer.”
“Really? That amazing?”
“Yes! It’s said he can diagnose everything just by feeling your pulse.”
Andrea was intrigued. She had ulterior motives—TM pulse diagnosis could determine the baby’s gender. Olivia had refused to undergo an ultrasound, so this would be an opportunity to find out.
If it were a boy, all would be well. If it were a girl…
Andrea would have other plans.
—
After listening to Scott Henry recount how Olivia injured herself, Andrea frowned.
“You shouldn’t be going out drinking with Kim Brown when Olivia is pregnant.”
“I really have nothing going on with Kim Brown. Olivia is just being unreasonable. Am I supposed to give up a normal social life just because there’s a child on the way?”
Andrea knew her son well and didn’t believe him. “Are you sure there’s nothing?”
“Absolutely nothing!”
Scott Henry felt incredibly frustrated.
The next day, Kim Brown came to see him. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
Scott Henry sighed. “It’s not your fault. She’s just being petty.”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. My mom plans to take her to a TM doctor, so don’t worry about it.”
Kim Brown smiled, finding Scott Henry to be surprisingly reasonable. She couldn’t understand why he would be involved with someone like Olivia.
Meanwhile, Olivia seethed with anger. Glaring at the barren tree outside her window, she sneered coldly.
She would never let Kim Brown off the hook!
—
The following day, a man arrived at Sophia’s clinic, handing her a business card that read, Secretary to the Product Director of Scott Corporation.”**
Sophia glanced at him and asked indifferently, “What’s the matter?”
“Doctor, Scott Corporation would like to invite you for a house call.”
“For what?”
“Our young madam has sprained her ankle and would like you to take a look.”
Sophia gave him a brief glance, then lowered her head again. Her tone was particularly indifferent:
“A sprained ankle? Well, it’s not life-threatening. If she wants treatment, she can get in line!”
Isaac was taken aback, thinking this rural doctor had no idea who Scott Corporation was. He responded with some displeasure:
“Have you not heard of Scott Corporation? If we’re inviting you for a house call, do you think we’d shortchange you? Don’t worry, you’ll be well-compensated!”
Sophia continued writing patient notes, her tone calm. “Sorry, I’m not short of money.”
“…” Isaac thought he must have misheard. He scanned the shabby clinic, which looked like it couldn’t even afford renovations. How could this doctor claim not to need money? Was she foolish, or had working in such a remote place made her oblivious to Scott Corporation’s influence?
“Doctor, I’ll say it again. This is Scott Corporation’s young madam requesting your services! The future mistress of the Scott family isn’t just anyone!”
Sophia’s face was full of irritation. “What’s the matter? Do I look like I’m seventy or eighty years old and hard of hearing? You’ve repeated yourself so many times!”
“…”
The patients in line behind them were growing impatient.
“We’ve been waiting for days to get treatment, and now you think being rich lets you cut in line?”
“Exactly! Does Scott Corporation think they’re above the rules? I’m recording this and posting it online!”
“Who even is Scott Corporation’s young madam? Never heard of her. She doesn’t sound like a good person!”
Isaac, now under public scrutiny, felt his face flush with embarrassment. He snapped, “Do you realize offending Scott Corporation will do you no good?”
