Novel Square
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
A few minutes later, Jean and lan returned to their mansion.
As soon as they stepped in through the door, Jean ordered, “Go and investigate Neera
Garcia’s background!”
“Huh?” lan was confused. “Why? Is there a problem with… Dr. Garcia?”
“Yes, there is,” Jean answered while he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down on the sofa.
“Despite her young age, she is a very skilled doctor. Why haven’t we heard of her in the
past few years when we went around the globe searching for doctors? I don’t think
someone as skilled as her would be virtually unknown!”
lan immediately understood what he meant.
Indeed, the Beauvort family had spared no expense in looking for a doctor that could
cure Jean’s illness. Not only had they contacted the most authoritative doctors in their
respective fields, but they had also searched rural areas for doctors specializing in folk
medicine. In short, they did not give up any chance that might lead to Jean’s complete
recovery.
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world, and there are some people who remain out of reach despite the Beauvort
family’s resources…”
Dr. Nancy was one such individual.
Jean did not disagree with lan’s theory. “Even if that’s the case, I still want to know
where she’s from. If she’s going to be treating my illness, I want to know everything I
can about her!”
lan nodded and said, “Yes. I’ll get to it right away.”
Later in the night, lan brought Jean’s medical records to Neera, while Jean went to the
study to continue to work.
Suddenly, his phone began to ring.
Jean frowned when he saw the name on the screen.
The call was from Frederic Beauvort, his father.
The old man did not waste any time. “I’ve invited the Garcia family over to talk about
your wedding tomorrow afternoon. You should come over to take a look at your future
wife.”
Jean’s expression immediately sank. “I’m very busy, Father. I don’t have time for
marriage. Don’t waste your time on frivolous things.”
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“What do you mean, frivolous?” Frederic sounded annoyed, and he raised his voice
slightly. “Don’t you know I’ve consulted a famous astrologer for the marriage? He said
bad luck will be neutralized if you marry her!”
your
Jean could not help but chuckle derisively. “If science can’t save me, what makes you
think pseudoscience can? If I can live a long life by marrying a woman, why don’t I
marry a dozen of them? That’s because… it’s no use! I don’t want to waste my time on
such things!”
“You!” Frederic was furious, though he was also disappointed. “Must you be so cruel to
let a father bury his child? I’ve spent countless sleepless nights worrying about you. I
wish modern medical science could cure you, but it has been so many years, and
nothing has changed. That’s the only solution I can think of! Can you just listen to me
once? What if… it works?”
Frederic’s voice was suffused with sadness.
He had been a voice of authority for most of his life, but he was helpless about his
seventh son’s illness.
Whenever he thought that he might have to bury his outstanding son, he could feel his
heart ache.
Jean was silent.
Chapter 24 Meet Your Bride
He could not bear to hear the sadness in his father’s voice..
Even so, he said coldly, “I think your worries are misplaced. I’m only 27 years old this
year, and I don’t think you’ll have to bury me just yet. Don’t bring your emotions into this.
I’m not going to agree to the marriage.”
Frederic’s sorrow was replaced by anger. “You ungrateful child!” he roared.
Jean grinned. “Well, I’m still alive, am I not?”
Frederic was not going to give up just yet. “It’s about time you get married! When your
big brother was your age, his son was already three years old!”
“And?” Jean asked.
“I want another grandchild!” Frederic said annoyedly.
“Sure. I’ll let Pierre know about it, and he can give you another grandchild… I wonder if
he’s still able to perform in bed though. He’s already fifty years old.”
Frederic was silent for a few seconds. In a fit of rage, he
ended the call.
Jean glanced at the screen for a few seconds before putting it away and continuing his
work.
Two minutes later, he received a message from Frederic. “I’ll see you in Room No. 1 of
Café 19 at Palais International at two o’clock tomorrow! If you don’t come, I’ll set a date
for the marriage and bring the bride to your house.”