Chapter 1123


    Xanthus frowned. "That''s impossible. You look like a carbon copy of mom unless you have had


    cosmetic surgery."


    Raeleigh wrote helplessly, "I''m sorry, but I can''t afford cosmetic surgery."


    For Raeleigh, she did not even have the money to fill up her stomach her entire life, let alone stic


    surgery.


    Xanthus nodded and wrote, "Then, it must be you. It must be."


    In the face of Xanthus''s determination, Raeleigh could not refute him. She hoped that Xanthus was


    right too, whether or not he had a hidden purpose or if it meant that he was a bad guy.


    Not for herself, but for her child, and also for Jepherson, she hoped so too.


    However, there was no evidence at hand, so it was useless to say anything.


    "I can only believe it if you have proof." Raeleigh jotted thest few words. Xanthus read it and


    wrote, "Give me some time. I will find them."


    Raeleigh nodded and forced a smile.


    She stood up from the chair. She then walked to Scarlette''s side and sat down. Looking at her,


    Raeleigh could not help but to feel a little mncholic.


    She did not know what sort of sin she had done in her past life. She grew up rough, and just when


    things turned around a little and she was able to give Novalie a good life, such a thing happened. It


    was really unreasonable and messy.


    Xanthus tore off the exchange he and Raeleigh had just written, folded the paper, and ced it in


    his pocket.


    Raeleigh looked at him, being the first to initiate a conversation for once. "Since your parents are


    archaeologists and collectors, how did you end up as a doctor?"


    Xanthus tidied up the papers. Then, hearing her question, he turned around and sat down. He also


    wanted Raeleigh to talk to him at a closer distance, so he was very soft and gentle.


    He exined, "My mother''s health worsened because of what happened to my sister. I watched her


    cry in the garden ever since I was a child. Sometimes she also drank, even though she had a low


    alcohol tolerance. A ss of red wine can get her drunk the entire day. Have you seen the sort who


    looks utterly miserable after drinking? You don''t know how painful that is. My mother is the kind who


    can''t control herself after drinking wine.


    She was suffering so much that she couldn''t control herself and locked herself in the room, crying


    until her heart was broken. That summer, Mom suddenly copsed, surrounded by shattered and


    smashed antique decorations. Something fell on top of her, and she couldn''t get up."


    "What was terrible was that Mom is a woman who would not shout. Shey crushed on the floor


    while staring foolishly at the ceiling, with her body bleeding. When my father and I found her, she


    had lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. My father was so frightened that he carried her


    to the car and rushed to the hospital, and I followed. After we arrived, she was sent to the


    emergency room. At first, her breathing stopped, and Dad almost went crazy. He told the doctor in


    the corridor that he must save her. As long as she could live, my father was willing to do anything."


    "At that time, I remember standing at the end of the corridor, staring at my father crying and begging


    the doctors on his knees."


    "I only had one thought. I wanted to be a doctor. Then, when my family gets sick in the future, I can


    know what''s going on. I can save them."


    Xanthusughed. "Isn''t that silly?"


    Raeleigh shook her head. "It''s not. But I can''t understand why... if your Mom can''t drink and will be


    in more pain if she drinks, didn''t you stop her? If it went on, then her body wouldn''t have been able


    to stand it even if nothing happened."


    "Drinking and smoking are ways of coping with depression," Xanthus answered. Raeleigh was


    stunned by his words. "Depression?"


    He nodded. "My Mom suffered severe depression after losing her daughter. The illness was terrible


    and torturous. Even the best psychiatrists in the world can''t cure her."


    "My father flew everywhere to meet with multiple psychiatrists. One of them, an old and dying


    doctor, told him that maybe he could let my mother try smoking and drinking to alleviate some of her


    pain."


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    "Dad was at his wits'' end, so he decided to heed the doctor''s advice."


    "However, smoking is harmful for her health, and it''ll harm her faster than alcohol. Dad finally chose


    wine."


    "I see. It''s the first time I''ve heard of this."


    "In truth, Mom is a very sensitive and cheerful woman. If it weren''t for my sister, then she is usually


    talkative."


    "But sometimes she misses her, which triggers her to lose all control. Drinking wine was supposed


    to relieve her depression, but it also


    brought her another sort of harm."


    Xanthus poured Raeleigh a ss of water. "Have some."


    Raeleigh held the ss and asked, "Then, how did you be an orthopedic doctor?"


    "When I was in college, I studied medicine. My professor suggested that I could start with


    orthopedics. I knew how to massage, but I am also a surgeon and a neurologist. I had slightly better


    achievements in orthopedics, and I liked it too, so that exins it."


    Raeleigh had nothing else she wanted to know, so she stopped talking. She came to observe that a


    brother would be very persistent in looking for his sister. Jepherson was like this, and right then


    Xanthus was the same as well.


    Scarlette hadn''t woken up yet, which worried her. Then, she asked Xanthus, "When will Scarlette


    wake up?"


    "She''s done with her jab and should be awake soon. She looks very anxious. If she can have a


    good rest, then it will be good for her recovery too. You cane to me daily for the injection, I am


    avable during the day. Also, call me if you need anything. My phone will be switched on at all


    times. I will send you an addresster. If you are interested, then you cane to my ce for a


    look. You''re always weed."


    The sincere look in Xanthus''s eyes touched Raeleigh. She knew that Jepherson searched high and


    low in order to find his sister. If he were telling the truth, then Raeleigh would have reason to believe


    that Xanthus was not a bad guy.


    Before she answered, she heard some people seemed to be talking outside, and one of them


    appeared to be Flynt.


    "Why are you here?" Flynt''s voice was very refreshing. Even Raeleigh, who had not heard his voice


    many times, could remember it. What was more, every time they met, something would happen


    between them.


    Raeleigh fixed her eyes on the door. Xanthus turned around and found that Stuart was talking to


    Flynt. He thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the door, and took a look. The next minute,


    Flynt followed in, and so did Stuart.


    Raeleigh was sitting there the whole time. Indeed, she had no intention of moving. Besides, if Flynt


    was here for his own matters, then she would continue to sit there.


    It should have nothing to do with each other.


    However, Flynt entered the room and nced at Xanthus, looking quite displeased, especially when


    he saw Scarlette sleeping soundly.


    "Does Dr. Osteen like to give injections to female students alone in the treatment room? Are there


    such rules in the school system?" Flynt''s imposing manner was hidden under his cold eyes, even


    making Raeleigh''s eyelids twitch subconsciously. She felt that he had gone too far.


    Obviously, this was directed to provoke Xanthus, but at the same time, it was to nder her. It was


    no wonder Jepherson that did not allow her to meet Flynt. Indeed, nothing productive woulde


    out of meeting such a person.