Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 130 Looking For A Doctor

Henry paused his action of undoing his tie before speaking again in indifference, "I had a video conference in the office. How are your etiquette lessons?"

"I’m serious about learning." Yvonne waved her small fists.

Henry looked unfazed. “Good. Master it soon. I'll head u p first."

He picked up his work bag again and went upstairs.

Looking at his retreating back, Yvonne thought that h e was acting strange but she could not put a finger as t o what it was. Shaking her head, she did not think much of it. Instead, she picked up the towel beside her to dry her feet.

When she was going to pour the water out, Sue ran out of the laundry room like she had eyes in the living room.

"Madam, sit down. I'll take care of this." She took over the basin in Yvonne's hands.

Yvonne was amused. "Sue, I'm only discarding the water. You don't have to be so panicky.”

"Nuh-uh, I need to make sure that there are zero mishaps.” Sue chuckled and left with the basin of water. 1

With a sigh, Yvonne did not stay in the living room, rubbing her face and going upstairs to bed. She worked during the day and came back to a few hours o f etiquette lessons. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. With multiple yawns and a pair of leaden eyes, she wanted nothing more than to fall onto the bed and have a good sleep.

Drowsy and close to dozing off, Yvonne heard footsteps outside the door before it was opened, and in came Henry while speaking on the phone.

He was first startled when he saw Yvonne getting up sleepily before lowering his voice to talk to the person on the line, "I know. I'll look for a chance and let her know. Don't worry."

Hanging up, he gently padded to the bedside. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Yvonne rubbed her eyes and said softly, "I wasn't asleep yet."

"Then continue sleeping." Henry put away his phone t o head toward the bathroom. He was only two steps toward his destination when Yvonne tugged the hem o f his shirt. "Wait."

Henry paused and asked, "What is it?"

"Henry, can I ask you for a favor?" She peered at him.

Narrowing his eyes, Henry asked, "What favor?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Three years into their marriage, she had never asked him for anything. Even with her family as a nuisance, she had never spoken about it to him. Now, not only was she speaking up, she was pleading with him.

What did she encounter?

"It's nothing big. You'll be able to do it easily but..." Yvonne lowered her gaze as if she found it hard to utter.

Henry pried her hand away from his shirt. "Since I can do it, just tell me directly."

"Okay." Yvonne took in a deep inhale. "So, my friend, Lynette, her father was in an accident a few years ago and hurt his legs severely. If he wants to stand up again, he needs a better doctor, so..."

"You want me to look for a doctor for her father?” Henry raised his brow.

"Mm.” Yvonne nodded, afraid that he would refuse her, and quickly said, "We really can't find any help and we thought of you. Henry, help us."

Yvonne clasped her hands together with a pleading look.

Henry averted his gaze. "Alright, I’ll send Shane over."

"Dr. Summers?" Yvonne was taken aback.

Henry explained lightly, "Shane isn't just the best surgeon, he specializes in orthopedics as well. He's the best person for it."

"But can he manage it? Isn't he in charge of Miss

Conrad too?"

Henry frowned, obviously having thought of it, and changed his mind after a few seconds of deliberation." Never mind. I’ll have Joe arrange for someone else.”

Yvonne beamed in delight. "Thank you, Henry!"

"No worries. Is there something else?" Henry looked at her.

Yvonne shook her head. "Nope.”

"Okay. I'll be taking a shower." Henry unbuttoned his shirt and went to the bathroom.

Yvonne picked up her phone swiftly to call Lynette, wanting to tell the latter the good news. The call was connected shortly with Lynette’s sleepy voice, "Hello, Yvonne, what are you doing calling me in the middle o f the night? My sweet dream is ruined."

"Stop dreaming. I have good news for you." Yvonne glanced toward the bathroom.

Lynette was yawning. "What good news?"

"My husband's agreed to find a doctor for Uncle," Yvonne spoke in a hushed voice, afraid to disturb the man in the bathroom.

Lynette blinked when she heard what Yvonne said. Then, she blinked again before she reacted and cried out in surprise and joy, "Really? Are you for real?"

"Of course it's real. That’s why I'm calling to tell you," Yvonne replied with a grin.

Lynette sprang up from her bed immediately and hurrahed in ecstasy. "It's wonderful, thank you so much, Yvonne.”

"You should thank my husband. He's the one looking for the doctor, not me." Yvonne did not want to claim Henry's credit.

Overjoyed, Lynette could care less about what Yvonne was thinking, going along with whatever she said with fervent nods. "Yes, yes. I should thank him. Is your husband beside you now?"

"Why's that?" Yvonne tilted her head in puzzlement.

"Pass the phone to him. I want to thank him personally," Lynette replied.

Yvonne shrugged apologetically. "I’m afraid you can't. He's taking a shower in the bathroom but I’ll convey your thanks. Don’t worry."

"Sure, that'll do. Thank him for me then."

"I will."

"I'll buy you and your husband a meal next time. Don't you reject me," Lynette said.

Although Yvonne knew that Henry would not be going, she could only go along what Lynette said as she did not want to hurt her feelings. "Sure thing."

After the call, Yvonne stretched when Henry came out of the bathroom toweling his damp hair.

Yvonne thought about it and picked up the hairdryer t o go to him. "Henry, let me blow dry your hair for you."

Henry looked at her in shock, feeling that she was being too earnest tonight.

"Henry?" Yvonne called out again seeing that he was not responding.

With a press of his lips, Henry seated himself on the couch. "Go ahead."

He agreed.

Yvonne beamed and went behind him to blow dry his hair while talking to him, "I told Lyn about you agreeing to find a doctor for her father."

"And?" Henry had his eyes closed, not exactly interested in what she had to say but Yvonne was still sharing excitedly, "She asked me to thank you and said that she'd buy us a meal next time."

"I'm not going." Henry rejected it immediately.

Yvonne was not surprised by his answer and smiled faintly. "I know. I was only going along with her. If she's really doing that, I’ll go on my own."

"Mm.” Henry hummed.

Yvonne turned off the hairdryer. "Done, Henry, your hair is dry now. Go to bed."

Henry's eyes opened. "You go to bed first. I have a call t o make."

"Another call?" Yvonne looked at him.

Henry arched a brow. "You don't want to look for a doctor anymore?" "Of course I do!" Yvonne quickly answered.

He was calling Joe to find a doctor huh...

Henry ignored her and went to the balcony after picking up his phone from the bed.

Looking at his back, Yvonne went to bed in contentment. As the night lapsed, she vaguely felt movement beside her, waking her up from her peaceful slumber. Peeling an eye open, she saw Henry dressing by the bed.

She sat up and asked, "Henry, the sun hasn't even risen yet. Why are you up?"