All Her Secrets

Chapter 925 Torture You

Thomas smiled and nodded. “I’m just a makeshift doctor. I see patients when I have free time.” This statement was not entirely wrong-he only saw patients when he had free time, and whether he would see them depended on his mood.

Feeling a connection with the chef, Aaron, Thomas was willing to take a look at his condition. “Aaron, I’ll give you a prescription. If you follow it, your condition should improve a bit.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re quite the peculiar doctor, not as skilled as other physicians!”

This remark piqued Thomas’s curiosity, and he looked at Aaron with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

“Other doctors have always told me that if I follow their advice, they can cure my disease. But you can only guarantee that my condition will improve. Are you not skilled in medicine?” Aaron said.

Hearing this explanation, Thomas burst out laughing. “Interesting. If that’s the case, then I’m truly not skilled in medicine. I’m ashamed!”

Scott, who had been listening to their conversation, couldn’t sit still when someone belittled Thomas. Despite their usual banter, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of his grandfather.

“Hey, do you even know who my grandfather is?”

Seeing Scott getting serious, Thomas immediately calmed him down. “I’m sorry. My grandson is young and impulsive. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. Apologize to Mr. Melton right now, do you hear me?”

Reluctant but obedient, Scott apologized to Aaron. After he finished, Aaron said slowly, “It’s okay. My grandson was just as stubborn at his age.”

During the conversation, Thomas sensed Aaron’s loneliness and quickly changed the subject. “Aaron, my prescription can only make your condition improve, but it won’t hinder you from working. A craftsman for a day is a craftsman for life. As long as the passion remains, one must continue their craft.”

Aaron immediately realized something. The doctors who claimed they could cure him always demanded that he give up his kitchen knife. He had been a chef all his life. He could let go of anything, except for that kitchen knife. Letting it go would be like giving up his life.

Aaron realized that Thomas not only treated diseases but also healed the heart, addressing the root cause of the patient’s illness. This, to Aaron, was the mark of a truly skilled doctor.

“Mr. Theo, I’ve learned a lot from you!”

Thomas waved his hand, and seeing this, Catherine handed him a notebook and pen from her bag.

Thomas’s face lit up with joy upon receiving them. “Cassie, you know me the best!”

Observing Thomas surrounded by his grandchildren, Aaron felt a tinge of envy. He had heard his youngest grandson had come to Loxton, but he hadn’t visited. Aaron wondered if the boy still held a grudge over past events.

Catherine felt that Aaron looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had seen him before.

She just had a vague feeling of familiarity, an impression not deeply etched in her memory.

Due to Thomas’s prescription, Aaron waived the cost of the meal. Despite their insistence, Aaron insisted on this, and in the end, they had to respect his decision. They considered it as helping Thomas make a friend and saving the cost of a meal.

After dinner, Thomas strolled around the restaurant for a while before they all left together. As soon as Catherine got in the car, she received a call from Rylan.

“Can we meet sometime? I need to talk to you about something,” Rylan asked.

Catherine responded coldly, “It’s too late today. I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

Seeing Catherine’s non-rejection, Rylan felt somewhat pleased. “Okay, I’ll wait for your call tomorrow.”

Branden noticed Catherine remained still after hanging up the phone and turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Catherine smiled faintly. “Nothing.”

Rylan’s call reminded her of where she had seen Aaron before-in a photo in Rylan’s house. If it weren’t for her excellent memory, she might not have remembered. It seemed that Aaron had some connection with Rylan.

Aaron’s appearance at such a sensitive time seemed too coincidental.

Catherine felt she needed to be a bit more cautious and arrange to investigate the relationship between Rylan and Aaron.

Meanwhile, Ronin had been constantly followed by Finn’s men, who seemed determined to achieve their goal. This disrupted his plans to have dinner with Catherine tonight. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling the urge to confront Finn and give him a beating.

Ronin intentionally hid in a dark corner and then disappeared. Finn immediately rushed forward when he realized he had lost track of him. He knew he couldn’t afford to fail the task given by his boss. In his boss’s eyes, a failed pawn was of no use and would be eliminated.

The alley was pitch black, and Finn had to rely on his keen senses to move forward. After taking a few steps, he sensed something unusual at his side. When he turned, his opponent had already launched an attack. Finn was struck and began to fight back fiercely, but he soon found himself at a disadvantage.

Ronin successfully subdued Finn with a swift kick. Finn glared at Ronin, feeling extremely angry to be pinned down by a loser like Ronin.

“If you’ve got the guts, just kill me!” Finn exclaimed.

Ronin chuckled coldly. “Hmph, why would I kill you? I’m not in the mood right now. It’s more fun to torture you, isn’t it?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only