Chapter 923

Chapter 923:

What baffled her most was why Marcus would bother to help someone like Evita in the first place.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Andrew said gently, stepping closer to her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll handle her tomorrow, I promise.” There was a flicker of guilt in his expression.

Madisyn ruffled Andrew’s hair playfully, a small smile curving her lips. “Someone like her isn’t worth getting upset over. Don’t waste your energy on her. Besides, she probably thinks all your actions are because you’re in love with her.”

Andrew sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll listen to you,” he replied, though his tone carried a hint of hesitation.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Evita was seething. She clenched her fists, her mind racing with indignation. It was clear to her that Andrew’s lack of concern stemmed from Madisyn’s presence. Why was Madisyn so clingy? Evita thought bitterly.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and made another call. Moments later, she received a response that brought a sly smile to her lips.

The following day, Evita arrived at Marcus’s private hospital room. Inside, Marcus was leisurely reading a newspaper. As she entered, he folded it neatly and placed it on the table.

“You’re here. What’s the matter?” he asked.

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“Mr. Vaughn,” Evita began, her tone measured, “last time, I managed to ease your condition, but that was purely by chance. I’m not confident I can do it again. However, I’ve brought someone who might be able to help. She’s an excellent physician.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Before he could respond, a woman in a pristine white coat stepped into the room. She gave him a polite nod.

“Alright,” Marcus said after a pause. “Let’s see what she can do.”

The woman wasted no time. From her medical kit, she carefully removed a set of medical tools and began performing treatment with practiced precision. Once the treatment was complete, she handed Marcus some medicine.

Marcus took the medicine. Almost immediately, a sense of relief spread through his body. While it didn’t feel as good as the previous time, the improvement was unmistakable. After months of failed treatments, even a small step forward felt like a victory.

“Impressive,” Marcus said, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation. Then, he turned to Evita. “Thank you, Miss Gordon. You’ve been very thoughtful.”

Evita offered a warm smile. “Mr. Vaughn, you’re the fashion icon I admire most. Seeing you in discomfort makes me anxious—I wish only for your swift recovery.”

Marcus’s expression softened, and he nodded. “You possess both talent and a kind heart, Miss Gordon.”

“A bright future undoubtedly awaits you.”

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