Chapter 16
Harrison’s face darkened as he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Hannah’s number.
But the call went unanswered.
Lauren glanced at the clock, frowning. “It’s 15 minutes past five. Hannah should be picking up her nephew around now.”
“She always brings her phone with her…” Harrison muttered under his breath.
His unease mounting, he dialed another number. “Maria, where’s Hannah?”
On the other end of the line, Maria’s voice was choked with emotion. “Oh… she… she…”
“What is it?” Harrison pressed, his voice sharp with concern.
“Just now… the school called. Hannah… she… she got into a car accident…”
Harrison’s stomach tightened. “Is it serious?”
Maria’s voice cracked. “Hannah and her nephew… they… they died on the spot.”
The words hit Harrison like a punch to the gut. He slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his face as pale as a ghost. He switched the phone to speaker mode so everyone in the room could hear.
Lauren’s eyes widened in shock, her hand trembling as she put a hand to her mouth. “Nashy, you and Hera stay here with Mr. Lewis. We’re going to go check on this.”
Hannah had been a loyal nanny to the Lewis family for over 20 years. She had devoted herself completely to their service, and now, with such a tragedy striking her family, they couldn’t just stand by.
Nash nodded grimly. “Understood. We’ll take care of Mr. Lewis.” He motioned for Hera to follow him as they moved toward the discharge process.
Just as they were about to leave, three gleaming Rolls-Royces pulled up outside the hospital. The doors opened, and a squad of well-dressed bodyguards in suits and leather shoes stepped out, their presence commanding immediate attention.
Then, a lively old man with gray hair stepped out, a figure who seemed to exude power and wealth. Mr. Dean, upon seeing the old man, froze in surprise before quickly approaching him with a respectful bow.
“Mr. Watson, what brings you here?” Mr. Dean asked with deference.
Brian, who had been standing beside Mr. Dean, quickly stepped forward and placed a hand over his heart in a respectful gesture. “Mr. Watson…”
This was none other than Walter Watson, the richest man in Jonford. He owned eight publicly listed companies, with a fortune exceeding 14 billion dollars.
Walter smiled warmly, his expression friendly but with an air of authority. “I heard you were back in town. Of course, I came to pay you a visit…”
Brian’s eyes brightened, and he chuckled. “I’m flattered that you remembered me, Mr. Watson.”
Walter’s business empire spanned multiple sectors, with massive investments in the pharmaceutical industry, but today, his focus seemed to be elsewhere.
He sighed deeply. “To be honest, I came to see you because of my wife’s illness…”
As soon as the words left his mouth, both Brian and Mr. Dean’s expressions darkened.
Mrs. Watson had been suffering from a mysterious ailment for years. Despite having a seemingly healthy body, she was constantly unconscious, with no signs of brain death. The doctors could not explain it, and even Brian had been unable to find the cause when he had visited the Watsons three years ago.
Walter, seeing the somber expressions of both men, wasn’t offended. He simply smiled, his tone steady. “I’ve heard rumors that your teacher, the imperial doctor of Capiton—Miracle Doctor Tanner—might be able to help. I wonder if it would be possible to request his assistance?”
Brian smiled wryly, shaking his head. “My teacher has long since retired and stopped involving himself in worldly matters. He’s been focused on taking care of a certain political figure for years. He wouldn’t offer his help unless someone from Capiton’s highest circles reached out.”
Walter’s smile faded slightly, his voice bitter as he muttered, “Perhaps it’s simply God’s will then…”
Mr. Dean, seeing the opportunity, leaned toward Brian and whispered, “Why don’t you ask Nash to help?”
Brian raised an eyebrow, surprised. But after a moment of contemplation, he nodded. “Actually, you might be right. Mr. Watson, my grandmaster has come down the mountain recently. Perhaps he can help with Mrs. Watson’s condition.”
Walter looked slightly dazed. “Your grandmaster?”
Brian’s grandmaster, Thomas King, was over 90 years old. If he was Brian’s grandmaster, that would make him well over 100. The thought alone made Walter pause for a moment.
“Are you referring to Thomas King, Dr. Tanner’s master?” Walter asked, his voice cautious. “The one who has already become part of medical history?”
Brian nodded. “Yes, that’s him. And his skills are beyond doubt. If anyone can cure your wife, it’s him.”
Walter’s face lit up with hope. “Then, might I trouble you to ask him for help, Dr. Tanner? If my wife can be cured, I am willing to pay 11 million in consultation fees!”
Brian was taken aback by the figure, but his tone remained polite. “I’ll ask him, Mr. Watson. I can’t promise anything, but I will see what can be done.”