Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera slowly put on her gloves and said, "Go behind the curtain and lay down. Then remove your clothes."

Half an hour later, the woman's face was noticeably rosier than before when she emerged from the consultation room.

The other patients saw her and asked, "How did it go?"

The woman gave a thumbs up and said, "I wrongly accused the young lady earlier. Her medical skills are indeed superb! It's way better than the treatments at Reinland. The pain in my stomach was gone after just a few needles insertion."

The other patients felt much more reassured when they heard this.

"Mrs. Abbot, your medicine's being prepared. You may have a walk in the nearby streets and return an hour later to take it. You may also wait here if you want," a nurse reminded the woman.

"Can I bring it home and prepare it myself?" the woman, known as Mrs. Abbot asked.

"Sorry. In order to prevent our prescriptions from being leaked and misused, and to ensure patients' quick recovery, our clinic doesn't allow that. We'll prepare it for you, and you can come to take it on time," the nurse explained.

Although she found it inconvenient, the woman had to compromise since she had witnessed the effectiveness of Hera's treatment.

"Alright. I'll wait here."

At noon, Hera was about to take a lunch break after finishing with the last patient of the morning when there was a sudden commotion outside.

Several men forced their way into the clinic, ignoring Wayne's attempts to stop them.

Leading the group was a man with short, wine-red curly hair with a lip piercing and ears full of earrings. His black leather jacket looked expensive, indicating that he was a brash man from a rich family. One of the nurses recognized him as Nicholas Sanderson, the son of the prominent Sandersons in Jedburgh. So, she quietly informed Hera.

"Mr. Sanderson, do you have an appointment? If you don't, please leave," Hera said expressionlessly.

When Nicholas saw Hera, his eyes lit up immediately. She was just his type. Still, he didn't forget his purpose and kicked over a chair.

"Appointment my ass! Where's Dr. Youngworth? Get her out here!"

Everyone in the clinic was startled.

Hera's eyes darkened.

"Dr. Youngworth is not here today. What do you need? You can tell me."

Nicholas kicked the chair again.

"Is she hiding because she made a mistake in her treatment?"

"Just talk properly. Stop damaging the furniture!"

Wayne started feeling distressed, looking at the overturned mahogany chair.

Hera raised her hand and said, "It's just a mahogany chair. Mr. Sanderson can afford to pay for it. Let him finish."

Her calm and collected demeanor made Nicholas feel like he was punching a pillow. But the more calm she was, the more he wanted to break her composure.

"Dr. Youngworth almost killed my father. You have to give me an explanation today, or I'll tear this place up!" Nicholas shouted.

Hera looked at Everly, who quickly pulled up the patient's medical records.

Three days ago, Geoffrey Sanderson came in for treatment with symptoms of cervical spondylosis. It was impossible for her grandma to make a mistake with such a common issue, given her medical skills.

"How is Mr. Sanderson Senior now?" Hera asked.

"He's paralyzed in bed!"

Nicholas pointed at Hera.

"You'll come with me now to see him and give me an explanation."

It was clear that he wanted to take Hera back to the Sandersons. But who knew what would happen once she was there?