Chapter 8 Accusations and Revelation

• Who is your wife?
• Sydney almost blurted out but caught herself just in time.
• In reality, if one were to put themselves in someone else's shoes, anyone in Chase's position might have reacted the same way.
• However, Sydney did not regard herself as Chase's wife, so she believed that resorting to violence was unwise for Chase.
• "Just remember, don't use violence so readily in the future," Sydney advised, her voice carrying a blend of concern and caution; nothing more was said.
• Chase nodded, choosing not to argue.
• He knew that when the time came, action would be necessary.
• Slumping into the sofa, Sydney sighed deeply.
• "It's all over now. We didn't win Wessel over, and we've made an enemy of him."
• Sara felt a pang of self-reproach. She hadn't anticipated Wessel's true nature. If she had known, she wouldn't have arranged the meeting.
• But her frustration was mainly directed at Chase. She believed that if Chase hadn't antagonized Wessel, there might have been a chance to salvage the situation.
• After a moment of contemplation, Sara softly suggested, "There's only one last option."
• Sydney looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
• "We need to find a way to raise five million to redeem the shares you mortgaged to your second uncle," Sara continued.
• Sydney shook her head helplessly. "How am I supposed to get five million now?"
• "Wait a moment, I'll call my dad," Sara said, quickly dialing her phone.
• Her father was a wealthy businessman with substantial assets, her last hope.
• In times of her best friend's trouble, she could only turn to her father for help.
• "Sigh…" Sara sighed after hanging up. "My dad said he doesn't want to get involved in the Saffer family's internal conflicts. I'm sorry, Sydney."
• "It's not your fault, Sara. No need to apologize," Sydney replied with a reassuring smile, though she was bracing herself for the worst.
• Just then, Chase took out a bank card from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. "There's money in this card. Use it if you need to," he said calmly.
• Before leaving the mountain, Elm had given Chase a bank card with one billion in it, a dowry for his wife.
• Now, winning Sydney over was a matter of life and death for him, so he didn't hold back.
• Sydney frowned as she eyed the card, suspicion clouding her thoughts.
• She suspected Chase was attempting to win her favor, but even if that was his intention, he needed to consider his own limitations.
• How much money could a jobless drifter like him possibly have?
• His grand gesture seemed like a desperate ploy for attention, causing Chase's standing in Sydney's eyes to plummet.
• Sara shot Chase a disdainful glare, clearly disapproving of his pretense of wealth with what she assumed was a paltry sum.
• "That's fine; keep this money for your meals," Sydney said icily.
• Sydney stood firm, and Chase didn't push further.
• After much deliberation, Sydney and Sara couldn't devise a solution, so they decided to regroup the next day.
• …
• Morning arrived with a soft glow, and Chase awoke with a wry smile, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
• He was certain Sydney had spent the night on edge, likely wary of him.
• After a quick breakfast, he bade her farewell and set off.
• He had a patient to see on Elm's behalf today.
• Stepping out of the taxi, Chase approached the entrance of an old-fashioned villa.
• A guard in a military uniform halted him. "Who are you here to see?"
• "Mr. Ethan Baylor," Chase replied honestly.
• The presence of a military guard suggested that Ethan was an important figure.
• The guard conferred with someone inside before asking, "What business do you have with Old Mr. Baylor?"
• "I'm here to treat Old Mr. Baylor," Chase said.
• Once verified, the guard escorted him inside.
• As Chase entered the living room, several pairs of eyes turned his way simultaneously.
• A man in his forties stepped forward. "Greetings, I am Scott Baylor. And you are?"
• "I'm Chase, here to provide medical treatment for Old Mr. Baylor," he responded calmly.
• Scott looked past him, eyebrows raised curiously. "Just you?"
• "My mentor couldn't come, so I'm here in his place," Chase explained.
• The gathered onlookers exchanged skeptical glances and furrowed their brows upon his explanation.
• "Swift, restrain this individual," commanded a tall, alert, and spirited female officer from the crowd.
• As she spoke, the woman named Swift immediately stepped forward, producing a pair of handcuffs as she advanced toward Chase.
• "Hold on!" Scott intervened, stopping Swift. He turned to the officer, "Hannah, what are you doing? He's our guest."
• Hannah's eyes narrowed as she glared at Chase. "Uncle, he's a swindler. There's no need for courtesy."
• Chase's mouth twitched. "Why do you think I'm a swindler?"
• Hannah's sneer was icy, fierce, and sharp. "You won't admit it? Fine, I'll expose you."
• "You claim you're here to treat my grandfather. Are you a doctor?"
• Chase nodded. "Yes, I am."
• "If you are a doctor, which medical school did you graduate from?"
• "Uh..."
• "Do you have a medical license?"
• "..."
• "A practicing certificate?"
• "..."
• "Let me guess, your medical expertise was handed down by a master, and you can cure any complex ailment?"
• Chase's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
• He immediately regretted speaking, realizing she had baited him.
• At that moment, the others in the room began shaking their heads, aligning with Hannah's suspicion.
• "You're a charlatan," Hannah declared, her tone fierce. "You dared to come here unprepared and being so reckless! You're digging your own grave!"
• "I've caught quacks like you before—liars, worthless so-called doctors!" She stepped closer. "Today, you're out of luck. I won't go easy on you!"
• Chase had not anticipated the woman's remarks to be so cutting!
• He felt cornered, unable to defend himself.
• "Swift, arrest him," Hannah commanded again.
• Swift advanced, ready to cuff him.
• "Wait!" Chase interjected, halting her.
• His eyes narrowed as he looked at Hannah. "Have you been struggling with sleep, easily irritated, constipated, and experiencing severe menstrual pain?"
• Turning to look at Swift, he spoke in a deep tone, "You drink a lot of water but still feel thirsty. Some parts of your body don't sweat, while others do excessively, right?"
• "And you!" He pointed at Scott, leaning in. "Lately, have you been feeling inadequate, unable to last more than three minutes?"
• Scott's face reddened. "Alright! Fine! We believe you're a doctor."
• Chase lowered his finger, meeting Hannah's gaze coldly. "A doctor shouldn't disclose a patient's condition publicly, but some people think they know better and accuse me of being a fraud. I had no choice but to resort to this method."