Anticipating a smooth reception, they were instead met with explosive opposition from one of Gerard's uncles.

"Gerard, you've witnessed your mother's plight. She can barely muster the strength to move; even the slightest motion brings her excruciating pain. Is there truly a miracle doctor capable of justifying such an ordeal for Brenda?"

The speaker was none other than Gerard's uncle, Jameson Harris, who had been absent for many years.

Jameson had built a successful business overseas and exuded a certain brash confidence.

Unwilling to engage in a futile debate, Lilah responded with cool indifference, "The doctor in question is also incapacitated and cannot travel."

Jameson's laughter was loud and scornful. “Absurd! The doctor is injured herself; how can she possibly tend to others? Miss Phillips, are you joking?"

At that critical juncture, Gerard interjected, “Do you propose a better alternative?"

With a thump on his chest, Jameson boasted, "Indeed, I do. I've secured a consultation with a renowned international cardiologist for your mother. He's expected to arrive shortly.”

Lilah cast a weary glance at the elderly woman reclining on the bed, her brow furrowed with concern.

Unable to stomach the thought of arguing in her presence, she exchanged a knowing look with Gerard, who promptly ushered Jameson outside.

“Gerard, listen to me. None of us want to see your mother suffer given her frail state. This situation has become so tense..."

"Jameson, where exactly is the doctor you've invited at this moment?"

Lilah asked calmly.

Jameson's expression tightened, and his laughter rang hollow and forced. "He's currently in plane and should be landing by this evening at the latest."

"Let's proceed with this plan: we'll first visit the doctor I've secured. If her methods prove ineffective, we'll then await the arrival of your doctor to administer his treatment. How does that sound?" Lilah proposed.

Jameson's demeanor turned stormy. “That's utterly unacceptable. I have zero trust in these so-called miracle doctors you've scraped together. Remember the disaster with Karol? She was a charlatan who nearly brought ruin upon Brenda. My doctor, on the other hand, holds international certifications."

What a joke. Jameson scoffed inwardly, seeing an opportunity to win Brenda's favor.

His brother, Richard, already burdened with worry to the point of hospitalization, needed him. Winning over Brenda was crucial, especially now that he found himself in dire straits and in need of support.

"My mother's health is paramount and should not be delayed or exploited as a pawn in your battles for resources," Gerard retorted icily. He signaled to the nurses, who promptly prepared a gurney.

Their plan was to transport Brenda directly to the garage via the elevator, avoiding any further distress.

Gerard's stern rebuke seemed to strike a nerve, leaving Jameson visibly rattled.

Whether it was guilt gnawing at him or a sore spot painfully prodded, the middle-aged man flared up in anger.

“Gerard, what are you talking about? I'm doing this for your mother's health. If the doctor you invited before was effective, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Jameson retorted sharply.

“Uncle Jameson, please leave," Gerard commanded, each word laced with finality. "We are taking her now."