Chapter 2: Treating the Illness

Bethany felt a sense of relief and relaxed all over, admitting to the man, "I'm getting married next month. I can't afford to mess things up because of this illness."

The Campbell Group's financial situation was in trouble. Her father, leveraging her sick mother, threatened her to ensure the marriage alliance and got funds from the Riddle family. Otherwise, her mother's hefty medical bills would be cut off.

And this illness was the only obstacle to the marriage.

For the safety of her mother, Bethany had to get treated and win Clinton's heart.

Just the thought of Clinton's bland and disdainful gaze, Bethany couldn't help but look cold.

"How are your feelings for him?" the man asked as he inserted a cotton swab between her legs.

The foreign sensation made Bethany nervous again.

However, she could still accept this routine gynecological examination.

Bethany took a deep breath and replied nonchalantly, "Not bad."

The man nodded and said, "Well, after all, you're getting married."

As he finished speaking, the man withdrew the cotton swab. "Get dressed and take the specimen for testing. Come back to me when you have the results."

Bethany stood up, putting on her pants while watching the man's broad back. She asked, "Do I need to do any other tests?"

The man, in the midst of removing his medical gloves, paused and turned to glance at Bethany. "Since you're afraid of losing your virginity, what other tests would you like to do?"

There was a suggestive undertone in his words.

Bethany wanted to explain but felt it was unnecessary, so she simply said no and hurriedly left with the specimen.

The man stared at her hurried departure.

It wasn't until the door closed that he leisurely threw the gloves into the trash can, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Just like before, still blushing at the slightest teasing."

...

While waiting for the test results, Bethany received a call from her father.

"How did it go? Did the doctor say your illness is treatable?" Alvin Campbell sounded quite anxious over the phone.

He regarded her as their cash cow. If the illness couldn't be cured, Bethany couldn't get married, and the Campbell family would be finished.

Bethany lowered her gaze, her tone as cold as usual when she said, "I'm waiting for the test report. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Pausing for a moment, she added, "Rest assured, I will definitely marry into the Riddle family."

Hearing this, Alvin laughed, "Good. I knew handling someone like Clinton would be a piece of cake for you."

Seizing the moment of his self-satisfaction, Bethany made a request. "But I have a condition."

Alvin instantly became cautious. "What do you want?"

Bethany said, "I want you to get my mother out of the sanatorium early. I want to take her on a trip before the wedding to ease her mind, so nothing goes wrong on the wedding day."

At the mention of his ex-wife, Alvin suddenly became stern. "Do you also know your crazy mother could cause trouble? In my opinion, it's best not to let her attend the wedding."

Bethany gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Then who would be appropriate to attend? Your mistress? Don't forget, it's because of you and your mistress that Mom became like that."

"Bethany, mind your language. Marlee is my lawfully wedded wife. It's only natural for her to sit in the place of honor." Alvin was starting to get angry.

"If you dare to do that, I'll call off the wedding. Let's see if Marlee Barrett will still want to be with you when you go bankrupt." With these words, Bethany hung up the phone in a hurry.

Bethany saw a familiar figure downstairs. It looked like Clinton, and he was with a young woman.

The two of them were intimate, heading towards the direction of the gynecology clinic...