Please, Give Him a Chance!

"Mr. Marx's affliction stemmed not from his heart, but from an altogether different source."

As those words were spoken, all eyes turned confidently towards Logan as he made his approach.

"My grandmother suffered from the very symptoms you're experiencing, Mr. Marx," Logan said deliberately. "All it took was a cup of warm ginger, and her ailment vanished for good. It's worth a try now."

Logan spoke with unwavering confidence and conviction, his words resonating as though they came from the mouth of a seasoned physician, instilling assurance in those around him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shania's attention became captivated by Logan. Her eyes, usually serene and observant, now held a glint of fascination and curiosity as they remained fixed on him. It was as if she was drawn to his presence, his confidence echoing in her mind, mingling with her own thoughts and impressions. She found herself increasingly intrigued by his words and demeanor, a subtle admiration beginning