The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 469 - 470: Dragging Master Leland Into This

Chapter 469: Chapter 470: Dragging Master Leland Into This

Master Leland turned his head, saw Yvette Harris, and asked, "Oh, why are you here?"

"Master Leland, have you forgotten? You were the one who called me in earlier."

"Look at my memory. I must have dozed off and forgotten," Master Leland sighed. "I’m getting old... so old..."

"Old? I don’t see it at all."

Yvette saw Master Leland struggling to get up and hurried over to assist him, even placing a pillow behind his back.

Master Leland gave Yvette an appreciative glance.

"It’s all Sabrina’s fault. If it weren’t for her, Master Leland wouldn’t have fallen ill." Yvette’s eyes reddened slightly as she spoke with a look of self-reproach.

Master Leland sighed. "...Sabrina, is she alright?"

"She’s definitely not..." Yvette caught herself, realizing her slip of the tongue, and quickly corrected, "She’s alright... very alright..."

Master Leland looked at her sharply. "Yvette, I want the truth."

Yvette began to cry, her voice choked with sobs. She didn’t ask Master Leland to save Sabrina Johnson, but instead lamented, "...That bastard Ryan Langston, I don’t know how he set his sights on Sabrina. You know she’s pregnant, not even three months along, and now... she’s started bleeding..."

"Is the baby alright?" Master Leland asked anxiously.

That old coot! Yvette cursed inwardly. So, he doesn’t really care about Sabrina Johnson, only about the child in her womb.

"We haven’t seen a doctor, but... it’s not even the first trimester, and she’s already bleeding. I think..."

"Will she miscarry?"

Yvette nodded, still crying.

Master Leland’s facial muscles began to twitch, his face contorting. Yvette cried out in alarm, "Master Leland, your face...!"

Master Leland struggled to speak. Yvette quickly shouted for a doctor, "Quickly, call Emergency Medical Services! Master Leland is having a stroke..."

Morris saw Master Leland’s condition and, alarmed, hurriedly fetched Dr. Godfried, who was retained by the Leland family specifically to treat Master Leland’s previous stroke issues.

Dr. Godfried had been an attending doctor at a major hospital, but because of Master Leland’s illness, he had been compelled to stay at the Leland residence.

"Dr. Godfried, how is Master Leland?"

Dr. Godfried saw Master Leland’s contorted face, saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He said angrily, "Didn’t I tell you all not to agitate the patient? Now look what’s happened! He’s had a stroke!"

"Ah, a stroke?" Yvette was also shocked.

"What should we do?" Morris asked anxiously.

"I’ll perform acupuncture and see." Dr. Godfried took silver needles from his medical kit. The sight of the long needles terrified Yvette; she turned her head away, unable to watch.

After a flurry of activity, Master Leland’s face was covered in needles, but his contorted expression showed no improvement.

Yvette asked anxiously, "Doctor, are you actually any good? Why isn’t he getting better?"

"Is treating a stroke that easy? Do you think a few needles will just cure him? If you don’t know anything, then don’t talk nonsense!"

"What’s wrong with you, Doctor? Why are you so irritable?"

Dr. Godfried, already resentful about being compelled to stay at the Leland residence, retorted irritably, "Since you doubt my medical skills, I might as well leave! You can find someone more capable!"

Morris stopped Dr. Godfried and placated him, "Dr. Godfried, Mrs. Harris is just overly concerned about Master Leland. You’re a man of great magnanimity; please, save our Master Leland."

Morris then said to Yvette, "Mrs. Harris, Dr. Godfried’s medical skills are renowned. In Sileria City, if he claims to be second best at treating strokes, no one would dare claim to be first."

Flattered by the compliment, Dr. Godfried’s tone softened. "Treating a stroke isn’t easy. Even a common cold takes a week to get over."

Yvette, realizing she had been rash, quickly apologized with a smile, "Dr. Godfried, I was just worried and spoke out of turn. Please don’t take it to heart. Women, you know, long hair, short on foresight. Please forgive my inappropriate words; don’t mind me."

Yvette was an expert at handling men.

"Very well, very well..."

"Dr. Godfried, given Master Leland’s condition, what should we do?"

"I’ll prescribe some medication. He’ll need acupuncture three times a day. We’ll have to nurse him along slowly." Dr. Godfried glanced at Master Leland and sighed. Master Leland was old, and his body had suffered severe damage in his youth. They could only take things one step at a time.

Yvette had intended to ask Master Leland for help, but she hadn’t expected to find him practically at death’s door.

Just as she was debating whether to give up on Master Leland as a source of help and turn to Ryan Langston instead, Master Leland began to speak.

His face was still contorted, but he could speak. However, when he spoke, he drooled, making him look quite disheveled.

"Yvette, go back for now. I’ll arrange for someone to take Sabrina to the hospital for treatment."

Yvette looked stunned for a moment, then quickly offered some perfunctory words, "Master Leland, you’re so ill yourself. You shouldn’t worry about that wretched girl... Just let her... fend for herself!"

"That’s her fate; she can’t blame anyone else!"

"But she’s carrying my son. How can I not care for her?"

"Master Leland..." Yvette said no more, merely continuing to cry.

Master Leland tried to wave his hand but found he couldn’t move it. A look of dejection crossed his face. "Go now," he said. "I’ll take care of Sabrina’s situation."

"Master Leland, let me stay and take care of you."

"There are servants and doctors here. I don’t need you. Go attend to your own affairs. Your concern is appreciated."

"Then, Master Leland, please take good care of yourself. I’ll come visit you again in a few days."

"Mm."

Yvette gently tucked the blanket around Master Leland. This small gesture warmed his heart, and he found himself looking at her a few more times.

"Go."

"I’ll be going then, Master Leland."

Yvette Harris left the Leland residence, her face a mask of sorrow. She quickly got into her luxury car. The moment she was inside, the sorrowful mask vanished, replaced by a cold, indifferent expression.

"Madam, where to?"

"To Jonas’s place."

Jonas was Yvette Harris’s kept man, a top graduate from a university in Sileria City. He had been working at Southgate Department Store when Yvette had spotted him during an inspection and taken him under her wing.

Jonas originally had a girlfriend, and they were on the verge of marriage. But faced with a woman who could let him bypass more than ten years of struggle, Jonas made the "wise" choice: he chose Yvette.

As expected!

Yvette was very generous with Jonas, buying him a large villa and gifting him a sports car. Initially, Jonas had some reservations, but Yvette gradually molded him to her desires.

In the face of such monetary allure, few could resist the temptation—just like she herself hadn’t been able to in the past.

"Erya, what brings you here so early today?" Jonas, aware of her impending visit, was in the kitchen preparing a meal.

Jonas bore a striking resemblance to a popular Kandara pop star, with his sharp, V-shaped face, slender eyes, and fair skin. More importantly, he was excellent in bed.

Yvette embraced him from behind. "Did you miss your big sister?"

Yvette was, in fact, old enough to be Jonas’s mother.

"I did. I missed you terribly!"