Chapter 83 Why Won't You Cure Mr Yarwood?

• Wynter's long eyelashes obscured her vision, so she missed his response. Dalton, though, averted his gaze and grew husky in speech. "How are you going to start the clinic? "I'm still making plans." She giggled and lifted her head, accentuated her tear-shaped mole more.. It wasn't a wonderful time yesterday since Grandma hopes that everyone can see a doctor and recover. He gave a nod. Though she seemed to have her own ideas, he had originally intended to give Ethan instructions to provide her with some medical supplies. Should he meddle excessively, she might not consent to it.
• Wynter liked his way of not asking too many questions. She lifted her teacup and gave him a little tap. "After that, you can remember it for later." Does Mr. Yarwood not pay enough attention to you? Ethan wondered to himself. The only thing keeping him from you is that he is sleeping in your clinic! However, he was unable to say so. Dalton allowed them to leave the Maybeck parked outside the alley. They could picture how much he loved Dr. Genius. After setting down the teacup, he spoke carefully and said, "I heard that you don't intend to treat Mr. Yarwood's illness."
• "His?" Wynter leaned in toward him, her eyebrows going up. How did you find out about it? I believed that I was the only one with knowledge of this. Half-sleepy this morning, she had declined the Yarwoods on the phone. How was he made aware of it? With a little cough, Dalton remarked, "I can always find out." Wynter remarked, "That makes sense," after giving it some attention. You are a resident of Quinnells Inn. Kingbourne. "Why did you refuse to treat him?" he inquired again, not receiving a response. Ethan was curious as to why she had given it.