Chapter <b>15</b>
For fear of causing further harm, Wilmot did not move Shane. Instead, he led the doctor to his son and pleaded, “Doctor, please! You’ve got to take a look at my son, Shane. He’s hurt bad.
The doctor gave Wilmot a reassuring nod. “Alright, let me take a look.” He hurried over to <b>Shane’s </b>side <b>and </b>began examining
him.
“How’s my son?” Wilmot could not help asking after the doctor did the initial checks..
The doctor, who was apprehensive when he arrived, was visibly more at ease.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said. “It’s not critical. We’ll send <b>him </b>to the hospital for further treatment and he’ll be fine.”
“What’s wrong with my son?” Wilmot probed.
“It’s pneumothorax, probably due to vigorous physical activity, the doctor replied.
‘Pneumothorax? Isn’t that exactly what that girl diagnosed it to be Wilmot was at a loss for words.
He looked at Melody in bewilderment, his mind still in a daze as the doctor continued, “Thank goodness the boy received the appropriate treatment. The needle thoracostomy was done in time to remove the excess air, relieving the pressure on the lungs. It was <b>a </b><b>close </b>call.
“N–needle thoracostomy? Mabel was standing close by and overhead what the <b>doctor </b>said. She was dumbfounded.
‘So Melody was indeed trying <b>to </b><b>save </b>the boy? That’s impossible! How can a country bumpkin knows how to perform such at medical procedure. Even I don’t <b>know </b>that!‘ Mabel’s mind was spinning.
Judging by Mabel’s <b>nk </b>look, the doctor assumed she did not understand what he was saying, so he pointed to Shane’s chest and borated, “See <b>this</b>? For such an emergency, a decisive needle thoracostomy would save a life. Of course, that applies only if it is tension pneumothorax.”
As he spoke, the doctor summoned the ambnce staff to carry Shane off on the stretcher.
Wilmot was about to leave with them but he quickly stopped in his tracks and asked two of his <b>staff </b>to apany his son to the hospital instead.
He decided to head back to the shop as he wanted <b>to </b>express his appreciation and also offer <b>his </b>apology to Melody.
Wilmot’s eyes swept around the shop but Melody was nowhere in sight.
He grabbed one of the staff and anxiously asked, “Where’s she? Where’s Shane’s savior?”
“I have no idea. She <b>was </b>still here a while ago…
“<b>Find </b>her! I wish to gift her this shop as a token of appreciation <b>Wilmot </b>said, and everyone in the shop chipped in to search for Melody.
Wilmot’s wife passed on many years ago after sumbing to illness. Shane was the only family he had left. <b>Saving </b>Shane meant saving his life <b>as </b>well, so he had no <b>qualms </b>about gifting Melody the shop.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.
Wilmot’s shop was one that many people could only dream of patronizing, yet Melody effortlessly got to own such <b>a </b>shop. Mabel was filled with jealousy and resentment toward Melody.
She went up to Wilmot and <b>said</b>, “Mr. Sherman, the girl who sayed Shane is my sister. On ount of her kind act, could <b>you </b>do my makeup for me? I’m attending a party this afternoon and would like to get a morous makeup look
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Wilmot set his eyes on Mabel and asked, “She’s your sister?”
“Yes!” Mabel nodded and said, “But she grew up in the vige and would have no <b>idea </b>how to run a business. If you wish to gift the shop to her, it would be wiser to hand it to me so I can help her manage the business.
The turnover for that particr shop of Wilmot could easily be millions of dors per month. What was even more <b>valuable </b><b>was </b>his customer base. With that shop in hand, it meant she could gain ess to almost all the socialites in Silveke. The <b>social </b>connections would provide her with limitless opportunities
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