Chapter 15 Becoming His Private Doctor

Xavier added, "Yes, we'll pay whatever we have. In fact, we feel quite fortunate to have met Dr. Deanna."

Old Hughes looked at Deanna and then back at them, surprised. "Oh? You already know each other?"

Xavier smiled and explained, "Indeed. Mr. Mercer and I had a minor traffic accident with Miss Jones on the road before. That's how we met. At the time, we had no idea Miss Jones possessed such remarkable skills."

The mention of the incident created a slightly awkward atmosphere.

Turning to Deanna, Xavier continued seriously, "Miss Jones, regarding that accident, we won't pursue any compensation. In fact, we'd like to hire you as Mr. Mercer's private doctor. You can name your price."

Lance remained silent, which seemed to indicate his agreement.

Deanna was stunned. She hadn't expected things to escalate this quickly.

It was all so sudden, and she hadn't had time to think it through.

Feeling she had to respond, she instinctively said, "I wouldn't call myself an expert. If I were truly skilled, my life wouldn't be so difficult."

Her words were self-deprecating and also a subtle way of declining.

However, it sounded like a gentle refusal.

"Miss Jones, if it's a matter of money, please don't hesitate to name your price," Lance finally spoke.

It was the first time Deanna had heard his voice.

It was deep, perfectly matching his striking appearance.

Considering his status, Deanna realized that he was likely very wealthy.

If she were to accept their offer for the sake of the hundred thousand dollars and failed to cure him properly, she would bear responsibility and repay more than a hundred thousand dollars.

The best approach seemed to be paying off her debt and never meeting them again.

With that in mind, she politely declined, "I know my abilities, and I don't think I'm capable enough for this."

Old Hughes, sensing her reluctance, asked gently, "Anna, can you tell us why you're unwilling to treat him?"

He still hoped to persuade her. Ancient medical arts were not ordinary, and if Deanna agreed to treat Lance, it could greatly improve his condition, even if it didn't completely cure him.

"My medical skills aren't advanced enough to take on such responsibility," Deanna said, keeping her true reasons vague.

Old Hughes wanted to say more, but Lance interrupted with a cold tone, "If she is unwilling, let's not force her, Old Hughes."

He glanced at Deanna, his eyes icy. "Perhaps this time Miss Jones was just lucky. If she were truly skilled, she wouldn't hesitate."

His words were laced with distrust and a hint of challenge.

Deanna raised an eyebrow, ready to respond, but Old Hughes intervened, walking over and patting Lance on the shoulder.

"What are you doing, boy? We've finally found someone who can help you, and you want to give up so easily. Why?"

Lance didn't reply and walked over to the bed.

Old Hughes turned to Deanna, his tone softening slightly. "Anna, saving a life is a noble deed. We have maintained a good business relationship over the past two years, and I've always treated you fairly. Could you do me this favor and help him?"

Deanna felt a twinge of guilt. Old Hughes had always been kind to her, never stingy in their business dealings, and always ensuring she got her fair share.

He seemed to genuinely care about her and her children.

Refusing might offend Old Hughes and create awkwardness. She still needed to do business with him, and this could complicate things.

Deanna hesitated, contemplating whether to agree.

She glanced at Lance, who sat on the bed nonchalantly, fastening the buttons of his black shirt, his demeanor cold and detached.

The sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his chest, a sharp eagle's eye, vividly etched into his skin.