53As Darien stepped out into the cool evening air, the noise of the shop's interior felt like a world away. He had barely taken a few steps when a voice called out to him, "Wait, please!"Turning, Darien saw a woman hurrying towards him. She was striking, with long, wavy auburn hair that caught the fading sunlight, and green eyes that sparkled with a mix of urgency and hope. She was slightly out of breath when she reached him, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her simple but elegant dress.Darien's brow arched in curiosity. "Can I help you?" he asked, noting the earnest look on her face.She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I... I saw what you did back there. In the shop."He regarded her quietly for a moment, "And?"She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "I'm Eveline Carter," she said, extending a hand, which Darien took, noticing her fingers were cold."Darien French," he replied with a nod, releasing her hand.Eveline bit her lip, her eyes searchin
54Eveline's eyes turned molten as she glared at him, with her eyes throwing daggers,she replied him via a set jaw,“Unlike you, I made an attempt to find a cure for Emily! What have you done Ethan?! All you do is stand and judge people! Show me some damn respect and give me some damn accolades for my effort.”While she spoke, her chest was heaving rapidly and her fists was clenched tightly, her brother was her undoing, still glaring at him, she questioned through gritted teeth once more, “I repeat, what have you done?!"“At least he didn't bring some lowlife pathetic looking drag into the sanctity of our home!”The clear voice rang out causing Eveline to gasp and bite her lips tightly, tears glistened her eyes as she glanced over at her mother. Lady Elizabeth faced her daughter with a scowling face, sneering as she did. Lady Elizabeth could barely cast a glance at Darien, for she felt insulted by his presence.Darien stared at the lady and wondered to himself if he was the one she ha
55Dr. LeRoy, puffing his chest out, made his way through the room with a sense of authority that seemed to dwarf everyone else's presence. He cast a disdainful glance at Darien, who stood calmly by Emily's bedside, observing the unfolding scene."Step aside, now!" Dr. LeRoy barked at Darien, his voice laced with a mixture of command and contempt. "Your presence here is not only unnecessary but potentially harmful to the patient."Darien, trying to maintain his composure, replied softly, "I was just trying to help. I believe—""Help? You?" Dr. LeRoy interrupted, his laugh sharp and cutting. "What could you possibly know about medicine? Look at you!"Ethan chimed in with a smirk, clearly enjoying the scene. "Yeah, Darien French, don't you see you're out of your league here?"Darien's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set tight. The insults stung, but he knew getting angry wouldn't help Emily. He took a deep breath and tried again, "Dr. LeRoy, I really think you should reconsider the
56Darien's hands, which had been clenched into fists, relaxed slightly. What would Dr. Moore think of the situation? Would he see through Dr. LeRoy's arrogance? Or was him another so-called doctor?Ethan, who had been smirking at Darien's predicament moments before, now looked somewhat sheepish, his earlier confidence waning in the presence of the esteemed doctor. He took a step back, as if trying to blend into the background, his gaze shifting uncertainly from Dr. LeRoy to Dr. Moore.Lady Elizabeth, who had been the picture of disdain, now straightened her posture, her expression morphing into one of polite interest. The room's temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, her icy demeanor momentarily thawed by the surprise entrance."Dr. Moore, what an unexpected pleasure," Dr. LeRoy greeted, his voice oozing a mix of eagerness and a hint of nervousness. "We were just—""Handling things, I can see," Dr. Moore interrupted, his tone neutral but his eyes sharp, taking in the scene before
57In the aftermath of Dr. Moore's startling gesture of respect towards Darien, the room buzzed with an electric tension. Dr. LeRoy, caught off guard, tried to muster his bravado. "Respect? For this—"Before he could finish his sentence, Dr. Moore's hand flew out, connecting with Dr. LeRoy's cheek with a sharp slap that echoed through the room. Dr. LeRoy stumbled back, his hand flying to his face in disbelief."Respect," Dr. Moore repeated, his gaze unwavering. He delivered another slap, this one even more forceful, causing Dr. LeRoy to stagger sideways, his cheeks reddening from the impact.Lady Elizabeth gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock, while Ethan's eyes were wide, his previous confidence nowhere to be seen.Dr. LeRoy, now visibly shaking, tried to defend himself. "You can't—"Two more slaps followed in quick succession, each one a clear reprimand, leaving Dr. LeRoy speechless and humiliated. His cheeks were now a bright shade of red, his eyes watering from the pain a
58Lady Elizabeth nodded, her response measured and cool. "Of course, Dr. Moore. It was a... misunderstanding," she said, her voice smooth like ice, yet the slight stiffening of her posture betrayed her true feelings.Ethan, caught between his loyalty to Lady Elizabeth his mother and the newfound respect for Darien, managed a hesitant nod. "Yes, Dr. Moore," he mumbled, the conviction in his voice lacking.Satisfied, Dr. Moore turned back to Darien, a smile breaking through his stern facade. "Now, if you'd be so kind, I believe Miss Emily still requires your expertise," he said, gesturing towards where Emily lay, her condition momentarily forgotten amidst the confrontation.Darien nodded, stepping forward to attend to Emily. As he did, the tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a curious anticipation. The guests, now intrigued by the man Dr. Moore held in such high regard, watched closely, their earlier disdain tempered by the unfolding revelations.As Darien worked, his m
59"Mother, how can you say that?" she implored, stepping closer, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of rebuke. "You should be grateful. Sir French just saved Emily's life."Elizabeth met her daughter's gaze, her expression cooling further, if such a thing were possible. "Gratitude is owed when a debt is incurred, Eveline. Luck requires no such thing," she said, her voice low.Darien, overhearing the exchange as he tidied away the remnants of his makeshift treatment area, couldn't help but roll his eyes. The action was subtle, hidden from most of the room, but it spoke volumes of his opinion on the matter."Some people," he muttered under his breath, not quite quietly enough.The remark was not lost on Eveline, who bit back a smile, her earlier irritation fading to amusement. Despite the gravity of the situation, she found a sliver of humor in the absurdity of pride.Darien, now finished with his task, straightened and faced the room at large, seemingly unperturbed by the unde
60 Darien sighed with exhaustion as the driver pulled up to his home. It had been a long and eventful day. As the car came to a stop, Darien thanked the driver and exited the vehicle. He walked slowly up the stone path, his tired muscles aching with each step. Upon entering his home, Darien was greeted by the worried face of Lavinia. "Sir French, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all day but your phone must have been off." Lavinia said, her brow furrowed with concern. Darien reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the power button. Sure enough, it was dead. He must have been in such a hurry this morning that he forgot to charge it. "I'm sorry to worry you, Lavinia. I had a very busy day helping a patient at the Moore estate. It all happened so fast, I didn't even think to charge my phone." Darien replied. Lavinia's expression softened upon hearing his explanation. She knew how dedicated Darien was to his work as a healer. "Is everything alright