Chapter 1504:
Right after he spoke, his phone started buzzing, perfectly in sync with the knocks.
Elena took a look—it was Carola calling.
Wesley ignored it, but the caller wasn’t giving up and persistently redialed.
Elena withdrew her hand, casually grabbing a wet wipe from the table to clean her hands.
“You should answer it. Maybe it actually matters this time.”
Wesley’s expression turned stormy, frustration etched in every line of his face. He gritted his teeth, picked up the phone, and pressed it to his ear.
“What do you want?”
Carola’s voice sounded almost desperate as she blurted out, “Wesley, Miss Harper is at your place, right? Could you let me in? I really need to speak with her—it’s important.”
Confusion flickered across Elena’s features. Why would Carola be looking for her at this hour instead of staying home and looking after her daughter?
Wesley didn’t respond, his eyes searching Elena’s face for her decision.
After Elena gave a small nod, Wesley answered with a curt, “Wait for a moment.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply.
The two of them got dressed and made their way downstairs.
Wesley preferred not to have strangers lingering around the house at night, so the staff always left by evening. At this hour, only he and Elena were home.
The main door opened automatically after Wesley pressed a button, and Carola hurried into the living room.
Wesley stretched out on the sofa, his arm draped over Elena’s shoulder, glaring at Carola.
“Why did you come here?”
Carola shrank a bit under his cold stare, but the worry for her daughter pushed her forward. She fixed her gaze on Elena.
“Miss Harper, right now, Lyla is at Klathe Hospital awaiting treatment, but the top orthopedic doctor isn’t available. You’re the only one who can help her—please treat her!”
𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
If not for her daughter, Carola would never have asked Elena for a favor. Lyla was still so young, but the available doctors at Klathe Hospital had warned her that even if they treated Lyla’s hand, Lyla might never regain full use of it.
That kind of future was unthinkable for Carola. The doctors insisted that only the Healer stood a real chance of healing Lyla’s hand.
That memory sent Carola running straight to Elena, hope and panic tangled together.
Wesley remained expressionless, while worry was written plainly across Carola’s face.
Across Carola’s face, worry was obvious, while Wesley looked detached—almost as if none of it had anything to do with him, even though he was the reason Lyla was hurt in the first place.
With a shrug, Wesley said, “It’s just a broken hand. She’ll be fine.”
Carola couldn’t bring herself to reproach him and turned to Elena instead.
“Miss Harper, name your price; as long as you agree to save Lyla, I’ll pay whatever you ask.”
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