Caleb didn’t have the guts to oppose Xavier’s words since he had already voiced out his sentiment.
He chuckled stiffly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
He looked at the items that Scarlett was carrying, as well as the potted herbs the gardener behind her was cradling in his arms.
“Are these the tools you’ll be using to cure Mr.
Stroud’s insomnia?” Scarlett nodded in response.
“Yes.
Just these should suffice.” His eyes were filled with disdain, and he was rendered speechless.
Her methods were so childish!
Did she think that they were just playing around?
He even suspected that Scarlett was trying to scam Xavier just because he remembered that she was his savior.
On the other hand, the way he treated Caleb was wildly different.
What did Xavier think he was?
A decoration that just looked pretty?
“Ms.
Quinn, you need to live righteously.
You also need to know the person you’re treating, as well as the condition of their body.
You’re not even familiar with these things, and yet you’re trying to treat him with these ridiculous methods.
“Do you think that you can pull the wool over Mr.
Stroud’s eyes so easily?
Or do you think that I’m someone whom you can easily lie to?” “Caleb!” Xavier hissed, his face darkening.
“Take your machine and get out!” “No…” Caleb replied, sounding panicked.
“Mr.
Stroud, do you truly believe that she can cure your insomnia?
You know how capable I am.
How do you think she’ll achieve what even I cannot do?” “Mr.
Gaztrict,” Scarlett cut in suddenly.
“I’ve never lied even once, and I don’t make promises that I can’t keep.
I’ve checked on Mr.
Stroud’s condition, and I’m confident that I can cure his insomnia.
If you don’t trust me, you can observe from the sidelines when I administer my treatment.” Caleb clicked his tongue impatiently.
He still believed that she was just making up excuses to scam Xavier.
Besides, he was Xavier’s personal physician.
He wouldn’t allow any quack doctor to get close to Xavier to poke around his body.
Being scammed out of his money was one thing, but if her actions got in the way of his treatment and impacted Xavier’s recovery, the consequences would be unthinkable.
He said, “Since you’re so confident in your skills, why don’t you use your tools on me first?
Coincidentally, I’ve been losing sleep for the past few days.
If you manage to get me to have a good night’s rest, I’ll be able to pass Mr.
Stroud into your care without any worries.
But if you’re unable to cure my insomnia, you can stop dreaming about getting close to his body.” Xavier’s brow furrowed tightly.
Caleb was behaving much too ridiculously.
He was about to start lecturing him when Scarlett beat him to it.
“Fine!” she declared.
“However, I don’t heal people for free.
You have to pay a medical fee to me.” The words “I knew it” were written all over Caleb’s face.
He arched an eyebrow at Xavier, whose face was still hardened.
“See?
I knew she was here to scam you out of your money!” he thought while he stared pointedly at Xavier.
Caleb was determined to expose Scarlett’s true nature to Xavier.
“Fine, if you manage to cure my insomnia, I’ll pay you 20,000 dollars for my medical fee.
I’ll even call you my mentor!” “You don’t have to do that.
It makes me sound old if you call me your mentor,” she replied.
Caleb pursed his lips.
This woman truly had some nerve!
A few seconds passed before Scarlett said, “You can just call me ‘The Great Scarlett’.” Caleb stared at her with eyes as wide as saucers, speechless.
He nearly cursed aloud at her, swallowing the “fuck you” that threatened to spill from his lips.
“So ‘The Great Scarlett’ doesn’t sound old to you?” “Not at all.
It sounds cool.” Unable to help himself, Caleb yelled, “Then you’ll have to call me ‘The Great Caleb’ if you can’t cure my insomnia!” “Sure.” Since Scarlett had promised to treat him, she had Jane prepare a guest room for Caleb.
After moving all her tools into the room, she had him take off his shoes and lie down on the bed, directing his head toward the edge of the bed.
He ended up lying across the bed.
Thankfully, the bed was quite wide, which accommodated his long legs.
When Scarlett left the room to wash her hands in preparation, Caleb whispered to Xavier, “Mr.
Stroud, please verify her skills for me.
To tell you the truth, I don’t have insomnia—I came over right after I woke up.
Instead of falling asleep later, I’ll observe how she plans to go about treating me.” Xavier’s handsome face remained expressionless, but Caleb could tell that he had been rendered speechless.
If he wasn’t curious about Scarlett’s methods to treat his insomnia, he would never have allowed Caleb to act so out of line.
Scarlett returned soon after and covered Caleb’s body with a grey blanket.
“Close your eyes.
I’m about to start.”