Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Upon reaching Dr. Felch’s residence, the sky was already dark.

Dr. Felch was waiting for them by the village entrance. From a distance, Charlotte saw an old man sporting a white beard in plain clothes standing beneath a large tree. He was smoking a tobacco pipe while looking into the distance.

“That’s Dr. Felch.” Mrs. Berry recognized him at first glance. “He hasn’t changed one bit even after twenty years.”

“Yeah, I still remember Dr. Felch coming to our house when I was young. He looked like now. Father joked about him being immortal because he never seemed to age.”

Charlotte thought about her father and was hit by a pang of sorrow.

When the car came to a halt, Dr. Felch immediately brought over his apprentice, Sam, to welcome them. Looking Charlotte up and down, he commented, “I haven’t seen you for more than ten years and you’re all grown up now.”

“Dr. Felch, do you still remember me?” Charlotte asked excitedly.

“Of course, I do.” Dr. Felch nodded continuously. “You look just like your mother!”

Charlotte was slightly caught off guard at the mention of her mother.

I’m Mrs. Berry.” The older woman said enthusiastically, “I came to visit you with Mr. Windt twenty years ago. Miss was only three years old

smile and studied Mrs. Berry closely. “You don’t seem to be in good health. Since you’re here, I’ll take a look

are right. Thank you!” Mrs. Berry was immensely

Let’s go inside.” Dr. Felch’s kind smile made him seem like a long-lost relative more than a doctor. “How

“It was quite alright.”

Felch chatted all the way and soon, the

bricks and white tiles with a small and quiet courtyard. There was a strong fragrance of herbal medicine throughout the entire place. Various herbs were planted in the backyard, while a shady tree stood tall in the front yard.

apron over her floral jacket ran out from the kitchen with a spatula in her hand.

“Huh?” Charlotte was bewildered.

“This child was severely ill back then and needed a kidney transplant. It was your father would paid for

think my father has mentioned it

a vague recollection as her father had helped many people when he was alive. This young

wasn’t in a hurry to be a hospitable host yet. Instead, he took his profession very seriously and

pulse and

The young girl then merrily introduced herself, “My name is