Chapter 74
Lindsay nodded. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to work.”
Daniel took the cue and left the room.
“You seem awfully eager for Lee’s niece to leave Skyrim, don’t you think?” Yves couldn’t help but ask, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Lindsay raised an eyebrow. Was she being that obvious?
“No, it’s not that. I just think she might be better off living somewhere else.”
Yves saw right through her but chose not to push. He simply nodded in agreement.
Feeling a little exposed, Lindsay quickly changed the subject. “I know a really good family doctor-an old friend. I can book you an appointment for tomorrow. Want to go?”
Yves might have been awake, but his legs still wouldn’t cooperate. He could stand, but walking was another story. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by
“Sure. Whatever you arrange is fine.”
“I’ll schedule it for the morning and ask my manager for a few hours off.”
“Alright.” Yves had just taken over the Quigley Group and was buried in work, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn down Lindsay’s kindness.
The next morning, Lindsay woke early-only to discover Yves was already up and busy in the study next door.
She took her time getting ready before heading in to find him.
As soon as he saw her, Yves immediately set aside his work. “You’re up.”
“It’s only seven thirty. How early did you get started?” It only now occurred to Lindsay that Yves was probably so busy he barely had time to worry about his own recovery.
And yet, he never turned her down.
“I just woke up a little while ago. You caught me as I was turning on my laptop,” Yves replied. He didn’t want Lindsay to worry, so he didn’t mention the truth.
He’d actually been up since five.
Lindsay saw through his little white lie but let it slide. Instead, she said, “Work’s important, but your health comes first.”
He nodded. “Let’s head out after breakfast.” Yves guided his wheelchair over to her. “Ready?”
She nodded, and together they left the apartment.
The doctor Lindsay knew wasn’t with a big hospital, but ran his own small clinic. He was seventy-five this year, and while he looked every bit his age-white hair, white beard, and deep wrinkles-he still opened his doors on time each morning, with a steady stream of patients waiting outside.
When Lindsay and Yves arrived, a line was already snaking out the door.
Thankfully, Lindsay had called ahead, so the doctor had arranged to see them first.
“Lindsay, you never come help me, but you always send me more patients!” the old doctor grumbled good-naturedly as he examined Yves’ legs.
But in his rambling, Yves caught a curious detail-did Lindsay have some medical knowledge?
Lindsay shot the doctor a warning look, worried he might let something slip. “Oh, Dr. Young, don’t tease! What would a designer like me know about medicine?”
Dr. Young gave her a knowing glance and just smiled.
Lindsay broke out in a cold sweat. Yves was sharp and suspicious by nature-she only had to say a little too much, like she had yesterday with Tina’s situation, and he would start connecting the dots.
If Dr. Young let anything else slip, she was done for.
After a few minutes of examination, Dr. Young delivered his verdict. Looking at Yves, he said, “It’s a combination of psychological factors and the aftereffects of being bedridden. Nothing serious.”
Lindsay let out a huge sigh of relief. If Dr. Young said it wasn’t serious, that meant there was nothing to worry about.
“Psychological?” Yves could understand that months of lying in bed might lead to circulation problems, but ‘psychological’ was another matter entirely.