Chapter 108 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• When Gillian received a call from Tracy, she was in the middle of seeing a patient. Since she was a child, she, Jarron, and Olivia had learned traditional medicine together from Isaac. However, when she went to college, she switched to modern medicine and specialized in pediatrics. Due to her exceptional medical skills and gentle nature, she was highly regarded by parents and children alike and was a well–known pediatrician in the area. At less than 30 years old, she had already become an associate chief physician. There were many people who sought her out for appointments, and there were often long queues that stretched through the night. Gillian reached out and gently touched the soft, rosy cheeks of the 5–year–old girl in front of her. She kindly advised the parents for a few moments, issued a medical prescription, and then let them leave.
• After that, she walked to the door and locked it. When she made sure that she was the only one left in the room, she spoke, “Tracy, what’s going on?” Gillian’s voice was incredibly gentle, like a clear spring, instantly soothing Tracy’s agitation. She didn’t get angry at Tracy’s questions, and she didn’t even furrow her brow. Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, it flowed like a gentle breeze, carrying an indescribable sense of comfort. “Don’t be upset for now. Take your time and tell me what’s going on. I’m here to listen.” Hearing such a gentle voice, Tracy’s anger diminished by half. Then, thinking of Gillian’s tender expression, a hint of guilt welled up in her heart. She softened her tone and explained the whole situation, including the conflict between Cynthia and Olivia, as well as the current top trending topic on Twitter. After finishing, Tracy asked curiously, “Wasn’t this recipe created by you?
• How can Olivia claim it as her own?” Tracy was genuinely puzzled. She believed Gillian deep down, but she couldn’t explain how Olivia knew the recipe so well. “So Olivia claims she created the recipe?” Gillian asked, her tone tinged with mild surprise./ “Yes, that’s what she said.” Tracy nodded. Hearing this, Gillian sighed, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness and Chat with her smith peraconality, gentle as war, like a spring turke, Anchetanding, and exceptionalle Haightful, ferry rounding med for You have such a gound temperament. Your car study accommode A suite remained on Callan’s face, even though Traty on the cher end of the phone could mot see it. Calliam always had a gentle expressim, like Bowing water: