Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 255: Chapter 255

"Rose," I said, "where did you find that doctor?"
Rose hesitated, looking serious. "Back then, we were desperate. We asked around. Then one of Aiden's old classmates—someone from his time abroad—heard what was going on and recommended him. They said he was pretty famous in Nordia, with many successful tough cases."
"Nordia? What's his name?" George asked.
Right away, I knew why he was asking. He used to run a clinic in Nordia.
George would have heard of him if the guy were well-known in Nordia.
"Ervin Schroeder," Rose replied.
"No way," George responded without hesitation. "He's my senior apprentice. He's been in Nordia the whole time and has never once been to Enschester."
I blurted out, "Wait, you know Ervin is?"
George pulled up a group photo on his phone, pointed at the tall man beside him, and asked Rose, "Is this the Ervin you met?"
"No. The one I met was darker-skinned, shorter, and looked way older than this guy," she said.
So if it wasn't a coincidence, someone was pretending to be Ervin.
George said there were only a handful of traditional doctors from the country working in Nordia.
Rose's face changed. She immediately grabbed her phone and called that guy to confirm. A moment later, her hand dropped to her side as the automated voice said the number had never even been in use.
The truth was now painfully clear. Both Rose and Aiden had been scammed.
"Why?" Rose's eyes welled up with tears. "We've never even met him. Why would he want to hurt Aiden?"
She had no answers. Neither did I. At this point, maybe only Aiden knew the truth.
Rose suddenly turned to George, with desperate hope in her eyes. "Dr. Johnson, you're an incredible doctor. You already figured out what's wrong, so that means you know how to help him, right?"
George said coldly, "Sorry—"
Before he could finish, she dropped to her knees right in front of him.
"Rose!" I gasped in shock and rushed to help her up.
George looked just as stunned. "Ms. Brandt, what are you doing? Please get up!"
"I'm begging you. Please save him." Rose choked out, pushing my hand away as she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything if you can cure Aiden. I know he must hate being like this. Please, just make him better..."
Watching Rose grovel like that for Aiden completely shattered me.
I felt a sudden salty taste on my lips and realized I was crying too.
George froze for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and frowned. "I'll give it my best shot, but I can't promise a cure."
"Thank you, Dr. Johnson!" Rose exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. I wiped away my tears and helped her up.
I turned to look at George, my gaze filled with newfound respect.
Just then, Aiden stirred awake in bed. He blinked his bleary eyes, gazing around at everyone in confusion. Then suddenly, he laughed. "Whoa! So many people! We can play hide and seek!"
Rose looked at him, clearly overwhelmed, and smiled through her tears. "Aiden, this is Dr. Johnson. He'll be in charge of your treatment from now on."
"Dr. Johnson?" Aiden looked a bit confused by her words, but his trust in Rose was unmistakable. George gave a polite nod.
Rose gently wiped Aiden's face, exchanged contact information with George, and then led Aiden out.
"I should get going," George said coolly to me as he packed up his medical kit.
I came up, walked him to the door, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
He paused mid-step, looking puzzled. "For what?"
"I lied to you. There was never a recording," I confessed, guilt weighing on me.
George seemed a bit surprised. His clear eyes lingered on me for a while before he chuckled. "Guess I'm gullible. Totally forgot you'd just come out of a coma that day. No way you could have recorded anything."
"Let's call it even," George said with a sigh of relief.
"Even?" I blinked.
George nodded and said casually, "I shouldn't have said those things just to defend Clarissa."
I still remember that day when George asked me, "How does it feel to share a bed with Quinn, knowing his heart belongs to another woman?"
They were harsh words, but they were the truth.
And even now, remembering them still stung. George pulled open the car door.
Just before getting in the car, he paused. "You know, I can tell Quinn is genuinely happy when he's with you."
I stood frozen as he drove off.
It was windy outside, so I went in, changed my clothes, and planned to go to the Smith residence to pick up Benedict.
As soon as I stepped out of the living room, I saw Quinn's car pulling into the driveway.
Just then, I heard Benedict's cheerful laughter. "Mommy!"
To my surprise, Quinn had already brought him home.
Benedict threw himself into my arms and asked in his sweet little voice, "Mommy, why did you come home all alone? Why didn't you wait for me?"
I stroked his head and said, "Something came up, baby. But I was just about to head over to pick you up!"
Benedict snuggled in my arms and continued to act cute until Quinn told the nanny to take him upstairs to change clothes.
"Thank you for smoothing things over with Mary for me," Quinn murmured.
Though we'd only been apart for one night, Quinn looked worn. His eyes were heavy with things he hadn't said.
When I finally spoke, the words came out strange and stiff.
"You're welcome." My voice was flat, though I felt sad.
His dark eyes stayed on mine, clouded with emotion. His handsome face was flushed from the wind.
As I tried to slip away, Quinn suddenly caught my wrist.
"Anything else?" I stopped and turned back to him.
"Clarissa was diagnosed with depression, so I stayed with her at the hospital a bit last night," he said.
I was hurt that he'd spent the whole night with her.
My chest tightened, but I managed a faint smile, my voice cool and distant. "I see. If there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs."
I turned to leave, but suddenly his arm wrapped around my waist from behind.