Chapter 106
Chapter 106:
Evita’s lips twitched. Not again. This day was already bad enough.
Marsha turned toward her, hesitation in her voice. “Grandma p>
Evita tightened her grip around Marsha’s fingers. “Yosef, wait outside. Marsha’s coming with me p>
Yosef said nothing. He wasn’t pleased, but he knew better than to argue at this moment.
Marsha quietly exhaled. Relief washed over her. She knew that her grandmother had no plans of letting her stay behind. They were there for more than just Brad’s treatment. Making an impression on him was just as important.
Inside the estate’s elegant reception room, the air was calm but thick with whispers. The walls held old scrolls and calligraphy, the kind passed through generations. Even the teacups had the look of heirlooms.
Each time a well-known doctor stepped in, a butler announced their name for all to hear.
Rylie walked in right on time. When the words “HaloFlow Pharmacy” rang out, heads turned.
The glances weren’t open stares, but the message behind them came through clearly.
No one welcomed her. The other doctors stayed just far enough to make their disapproval known.
Still, she wasn’t alone. Rory noticed the stares and understood her choice to stay quiet. He said nothing. He simply took the seat next to her and sat close, a silent sign of support.
Not long after, a man’s voice came from the side, calm but laced with surprise.
The familiar voice caught Rylie’s attention, and her eyes found Leland in the crowd. Surprise flickered across his face — clearly, he hadn’t expected to see her today.
Only a few days had passed since their last encounter, yet Leland appeared almost gaunt, deep shadows circling his eyes — a testament to exhaustion and sleepless nights.
Most likely, the constant turmoil at home was taking its toll, leaving every responsibility directly on his shoulders.
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Rylie quickly looked away, her features cool and unreadable, making no effort to acknowledge him.
Regret pressed heavily on Leland; beneath the surface, anguish simmered. The Kirk family’s business had stumbled again, all thanks to entanglements with the Durys. Every new venture crumbled, misfortune dogging his every step.
A desperate need for comfort gnawed at him, but with chaos already consuming the household, he kept his worries hidden, unwilling to burden anyone else.
The seminar invitation had come after much effort — one small hope to seek help for Brad and perhaps lift the Kirks’ fortunes, though he doubted it would be enough.
Standing among a roomful of celebrated physicians, Leland felt the weight of every glance. The Kirk family’s troubles were common knowledge, and few cared to interact with him.
After wrestling with his thoughts, he finally crossed the room to where Rylie sat and took the seat beside her. “Could we talk for a moment p>
Rylie’s gaze slid over, detached and even. “We’ve already gone our separate ways. Remember? I am no longer a Kirk. What’s left to discuss p>