Novel Square
CHAPTER 1253
Chapter 1253 Meeting Her Grandfather
As the sun set behind the Whitman residence, the Frendan-style door creaked open to reveal a cozy study.
Exotic decorations aligned neatly on the embroidered tablecloth, and the wall lights were ingeniously arranged in various corners.
Yet, all Wynter could sense was the air of lethargy that enveloped the room. Despite the faint aroma of rose lingering, the poor air circulation had left the room feeling musty and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Wynter heard a violent cough that left the person gasping for air. Clearly, their respiratory systems had been infected.
Wynter doubted she could manage an examination on Reuben, her grandfather whom she had never met.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Once a powerful and influential figure in the business community, he was reduced to a sickly old man dependent on others' care.
Wynter knew she needed to check Reuben's pulse before determining his fate.
She had left Wolf behind, fearing his hostile aura would worsen Reuben's health. Plus, she could tell that Reuben had been suffering from his illness for a long time.
While cancer itself wasn't the most frightening aspect, its potential to spread and metastasize was concerning.
At the sound of the movement, Reuben forcibly suppressed his coughs and inquired, "What's the matter?"
"The doctor is here for your routine checkup, Mr. Reuben. They'll also be refilling the medications for your nebulizer," Jesslyn replied respectfully. Her conduct remained impeccably professional in front of her employer.
Unbeknownst to Jesslyn, Wynter had secretly examined her as well. However, she found no traces of suspicious fragrances and medications on Jesslyn.
In other words, Reuben's illness had been building up inside him for some time.
Though Reuben was gasping for breaths, his presence remained as intimidating as ever. "Send Dr. Harper in. I've been feeling extremely uncomfortable today," he instructed.
When Wynter entered the study, she found a white-haired elderly man seated in an antique chair. Dressed in a shirt with suspenders, he rested an arm on the table for support.
With a quill in hand, Reuben seemed to be practicing calligraphy. Despite his physical frailty, his haggard face reflected a profound solemnity.
Reuben was momentarily stunned upon seeing Wynter entering. Their gazes met, and an indescribable expression passed between them.
In particular, Reuben couldn't shake off the odd sense of familiarity from the young doctor before him. However, he quickly dismissed the thought and flashed a smile at Wynter, gesturing for her to sit.
"It seems Dr. Harper isn't available today. Are you his assistant? May I know your age, young lady?" Reuben asked gently.
Knowing that Reuben was examining her, Wynter met his gaze with a bright smile. "I'm not his assistant. I'm a capable doctor in my own right."
Reuben chuckled at her response. He suddenly recalled something and shook his head. "Unfortunately, my illness is beyond the doctor's capacity to cure."
"There's no harm in trying," Wynter replied professionally and calmly. Although she was concerned about Reuben's health, she had to steady herself and regain her composure.
Wynter listened to Reuben's heartbeat with her stethoscope and gently pressed on his abdomen, asking if he was experiencing any pain. She handled Reuben with the utmost care for fear of bringing him discomfort.
Throughout the examination, Wynter occasionally studied Reuben's expression to pick up on any subtle hints. At one point, Reuben seemed to be lost in a daze as he stared at Wynter.