Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 1220:

Norah narrowed her eyes, considering a potential collaboration on the medicine.

Bainbridge caught her intense gaze and shivered, saying, “Norah, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Norah looked at Bainbridge as though he were an interesting research subject, her expression still gentle.

Bainbridge rubbed the back of his neck, feeling uneasy. All four were quite intrigued by Norah. Roseanne even invited her to see her university. Bainbridge invited her to his laboratory, and Norah accepted all their invitations.

The Frazier family members embraced Norah as truly one of their own, unlike the distant approach of the Wilson family.

Soon, Caylee approached to fetch Norah.

“Your grandfather is seldom lucid these days. Norah, please come with me to see him.”

Recognizing her familial duty, Norah accompanied Caylee to the room.

Bernice’s eyes were rimmed with red, having cried, and Huntley was passing her tissues. The exact details of their previous conversation were unknown, but it had moved them all to tears, including Caylee.

“Norah,” Bernice said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Could you check on my father? Is there any chance he might recover?”

Haunted by the doctor’s prediction of only a few months remaining for her father, Bernice broke down crying.

After being reunited with her father after such a long separation, was she now destined to lose him for good? She refused to accept that possibility!

“Norah, please, save your grandfather. I’m begging you,” Bernice sobbed.

Huntley and Caylee, unaware of Norah’s medical skills, were puzzled by Bernice’s request for her daughter’s help instead of a professional doctor’s.

Norah soothed Bernice, patting her on the back. “Mom, please don’t cry. I’ll go check on Grandpa right now.”

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was filled with medical equipment, which made the large space feel cramped.

The elderly man on the bed was drawing shallow breaths, his face obscured by an oxygen mask that fogged up intermittently. His hand, attached to an IV drip, showed the marks of age with its wrinkles and calluses.

As Norah approached, the old man’s eyes fluttered open.noveldrama

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Message from Noah: Happy wednesday dear readers. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (=◡=) /

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