Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180: Chapter 1152: This Doctor Can't Be Replaced Just Like That (Part 4) Chapter 1180: Chapter 1152: This Doctor Can't Be Replaced Just Like That (Part 4) That day, Kiara went to the Moore Clan once again at the scheduled time, and the Norris Old Master fell asleep very quickly under her treatment.

Kiara had intended to leave right after, but a servant of the Moore Clan came over and respectfully said to her.

“Dr. Clark, please wait a moment. Director Mu Wilson is waiting for you in the study room and would like to talk to you about Old Father Jackson's condition.”

Kiara went to the study room, knocked a few times without getting a response, and then pushed the door open to enter.

The study room was connected to a large balcony, and Grace Little Phoenix Bradford was on the phone on the balcony with the door to it closed, and deliberately keeping her voice down, so nothing could be heard in the study room.

Kiara sat on the sofa waiting for her. She had treated Norris Old Master for a long time and had interacted with Grace Bradford a few times, but this was her first visit to the study room.

The study room was exceptionally clean, which was not new to Kiara as those who could become her patients were bound to have nannies clean regularly, but the biggest difference between the Moore Clan's study room and others was not just cleanliness but also its extreme simplicity.

In most people's study rooms, you can glean the owner's personality, whether it be from the calligraphy, furniture material, or other decorations which can usually reveal the owner's taste.

But the Moore Clan's study room had nothing.

Regardless of the furniture style or decoration, everything was of the most common design, without a single piece of calligraphy or almost any decorations.

For a family of such status to have such decor, it inevitably made Kiara feel a sense of dissonance, as if… she thought for a moment and felt Grace Bradford seemed to deliberately hide herself.

Yes, that was the feeling.

She had brought it up with Edward Wheeler before, saying that she found Grace Bradford lacking in warmth, and despite the efficiency and resourcefulness in her actions, her gaze was too cold – a sensation similar to the study room that lacked everything.

What kind of background would make a person fully armor themselves?

Even for someone of Edward Wheeler's status, who appeared impeccable outside, would return home to wear a tank top and underpants, sit in the study room leaning on a pillow, reading comics. The more one needs to maintain a special image outside, the more they should have a space to relax their minds, but clearly, Grace Bradford did not have that.

Through the glass, Grace Bradford had already seen Kiara come in; she gestured for Kiara to wait a little longer, and Kiara nodded.

Suddenly, Kiara's gaze was drawn to a special little box on the wooden table.

The small box, filled with an exotic flair and only the size of a palm, was made of simple, slightly rough wood – not particularly precious, but particularly compelling to look at.

Kiara didn't know why, but she felt that the box looked quite special, almost as if she had seen it somewhere before, so she couldn't help but take a few more looks.

“Dr. Clark, do you like my Toothpick Box?” Grace Bradford emerged from behind the door and walked out.

Kiara smiled and nodded, “It seems to have a nice texture.”

“Yes, a friend of mine brought it back from a trip. If you like it, Dr. Clark, I can ask him to bring one back for you next time.” Grace Bradford's eyes were fixed on Kiara; although there was a small smile on her face, Kiara detected a hint of wariness in her eyes.

“No need, I just have a habit of collecting antiques. I'm not that interested in this type of craftwork.”

“Indeed, it's just a piece of craftwork after all. In Northern Unon, when girls get married, their mothers would handcraft some of these wooden carvings – they're not worth much, just a token of blessing.”

Upon hearing this, Kiara pushed up her glasses, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Now that you mention it, I remember when I got married, My Mom gave me several quilts to bring along, many of which I still have no chance to use.”

“It's all love from our parents. Dr. Clark, you're not that old this year, are you?”

After steering the conversation away from the box, Grace Bradford seemed visibly more relaxed.

“It's all right. I'm going to be a mother too. I had some disagreements with my mother before, but pregnancy seems to have changed my personality a bit, pitying the hearts of parents 'Mother' all over the world.” Kiara touched her belly and spoke reflectively.

“You're right, the hearts of parents are universally pitiable. Now I only have my elderly father left, and I've always been very determined, striving hard to survive. But in the end, what use is a mountain of gold and silver if no amount of money can buy my father's longevity…”

For the first time, Grace Bradford let Kiara feel the warmth of a human being.

From start to finish, the woman had been adept at disguising her emotions, only revealing her true feelings when she spoke of her family.

“Your father's condition, at this stage, appears to be relatively optimistic. I have another patient with a similar medical record; initially, we estimated no more than two months, but now, after over half a year, he can eat, drink, and enjoy birdwatching. The cancer cells are also under better control.”

“Then I'll have to ask for your help, Dr. Clark.”

The two of them continued to discuss Director Mu Wilson's condition, with Grace Bradford asking in great detail. It was almost forty minutes before Kiara was let go.

Kiara declined the invitation to stay for dinner from Grace Bradford and drove off alone. What she didn't see was, after her departure, Grace Bradford caressing the Box that Kiara had been eyeing, a sinister light flashing in her eyes.

The landline rang opportunistically, and Grace Bradford picked it up.

“When will you be back?” the voice on the other end was cold and mechanical.

“I need to wait a few more days. My father is sick; I can't leave.”

“What's there to linger on for a dying man.”

Hearing the words 'dying man,' Grace Bradford's expression changed immediately, “Green Boa, I don't like you talking about my father like that.”

“Sentiment can lead to mistakes. Oh, and I didn't ask you, why have you been in contact with those people over there?”

It didn't surprise Grace Bradford that the other party could monitor her every move; there must be Green Boa's spies around her.

“I found a psychologist for my father, there's nothing strange about it.”

“I think those people are no simpletons; it's best you keep your distance from them. Phoenix, if you don't want to live, don't drag everyone down with you!”

“Don't worry, my identity here is secure.”

“You better find a different doctor!”

“Understood.”

After hanging up, Grace Bradford reflected on the details of today's interaction with Kiara. Her intuition told her that Dr. Clark was not as simple as she seemed, that unfazed gaze wasn't something a doctor in her early twenties should have.

Even though Grace Bradford had checked all available information on Kiara, she still felt that not everything unearthed might be true, and she began to consider Green Boa's suggestion to change doctors.

At that moment, a servant came running in haste.

“Director Mu Wilson, the Old Father Jackson is awake and getting angry since he can't see Dr. Clark!”

“Understood, I'll go down immediately–wait a moment.” Grace Bradford stopped the servant and asked another question.

“Does the Old Father take to Dr. Clark well?”

“Yes, the Old Father trusts Dr. Clark a lot. Ever since Dr. Clark started treating him, both his sleep quality and appetite have improved. He was very unhappy that Dr. Clark left early today.”

It seems this doctor cannot be so easily replaced. Grace Bradford watched outside, lost in thought, clutching the Box even tighter in her hand.

Chapter end

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