Chapter 211

Miles narrowed his gaze in puzzlement. "Wouldn't it be easier to introduce the doctor to HHannah?" Mr.Jones, this felt unlike how you typically handle things."

In Miles' mind, Vincent had always been decisive and efficient, never inclined to take a roundabout approach. Strangely, how he'd navigated this divorce was anything but clean-cut.

Vincent refused to delve into details. "Just consider it.me overstepping."

Miles hesitated. "I'll need time to mull it over."

Vincent said nothing.

Following a brief silence, Miles found himself asking,11|sthis all because you still have feelings for Hannah?"

A flicker of uncertainty flashed across Vincent's gaze. "I'm unsure." Lately, his thoughts had been completely chaotic.

Miles leaned in. "Then are you doing this out of remorse?"

Vincent shut his eyes. "Don't ask anymore. I'm counting on you for this."

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Afterward, Miles made his way back to Hannah's ward, bringing along a suggested therapy plan for her vision, courtesy of Vincent.

Once Miles clarified why he was here, both Margaret and Raymond beamed with joy and repeatedly expressed gratitude.

Miles responded with composure,"Nlo need to thank me. Ms. Scott and I are business partners-it's only natural to help."

Hannah's parents took time absorbing the document. Everything looked formal and thoroughly prepared. Miles added, "This doctor is internationally acclaimed. There's a 95% chance of success. Opportunities like this are rare."

"We want to proceed," both Margaret and Raymond said in unison.

Hannah recalled the specialists she'd reached out to over recent days-all had delivered grim projections.Her parents had been extremely distressed. Now presented with this renewed possibility, she saw no grounds to decline. "Could I have the location, Mr. Whitaker? I want to head there immediately."

Miles lifted an eyebrow. "I'm en route myself. I'll bring you along."

Hannah paused a moment and then replied, "Thanks,Mr.Whitaker."

In the end, she chose not to include her parents, concerned that if the outcome turned grim, they wouldn't handle it well.

Not long after, Miles's vehicle pulled out, Hannah quietly seated in the rear.

They chatted casually on the way. Having interacted often recently, their exchange had grown increasingly comfortable.

"Mr. Whitaker," Hannah remarked with a gentle grin,"you seem more approachable now."

Miles let out a soft laugh. "Are you implying I was difficult before?"

Hannah giggled. "I just mean you seem easier to talk to now."

Recognizing that she was alluding to his earlier aloofness, Miles admitted,"1used to have a bias against you..."

But gradually, he'd witnessed her strengths-how she acted decisively and stayed calm under strain. Only after getting to know her did he truly begin to grasp her true character.

Seeing a subtle weariness across her features, he asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Hannah gave a faint nod. "Yes. I felt anxious."

Miles paused. It suddenly hit him-everyone felt Hannah appeared unfazed by her condition. But in truth, she only put up a front. She was hiding her fear. Deep down, she lay awake at night. She was terrified of the results. This whole thing wasn't easy on her at all.

He swallowed hard before finally saying, "Close your eyes. I'll let you know once we get there."

The address Vincent had provided was situated in a place named Mapleridge, and the trip there took a full two hours by car.

By the time Miles and Hannah reached the facility, both Vincent and the eye specialist, Dr. MAarie Heidemann,stood by the gate awaiting them. Vincent's leg had healed enough for a cautious but stable walk.

As the car came to a halt, Marie gently assisted Hannah in stepping out. Miles stayed put inside the vehicle.

Once Hannah had gone ahead, Vincent placed a hand lightly on Miles' shoulder.

Miles understood instantly-it was Vincent's silent show of gratitude.

Feeling conflicted, Miles said nothing and eventually pulled away, calling Hannah's parents during the drive to give them an update.

When the call ended, his face hardened. It belatedly occurred to him that maybe he had gone too far in offering help this time.

Meanwhile, inside the consultation room, throughout the check-up, Marie's approach remained calm and courteous. At no point did Hannah feel uneasy.

Yet, after the tests ended, Hannah wasn't allowed to leave. Her phone wasn't returned either, and the results were delivered with little clarity.

Eventually, Marie exited the room and didn't return, leaving Hannah locked in by herself.

The sheer absence of answers and lack of ways to reach the outside world unnerved Hannah. A deep fear began to stir within. As she groped around the unknown room, her hand struck a cup, sending it tumbling with a sharp clang. The sound made her gasp in alarm.

Not far away,Vincent had been reviewing reports with Marie.Hearing the commotion, he rushed toward Hannah at once. Holding back the concern tugging at his expression, he silently supported her.

Yet, his unique scent lingered on him-Hannah could recognize it anywhere. Her brows drew together as she asked, "Vincent?"