Chapter 92 They're All Mine
Noe initiated a video call, which Aaron promptly answered before handing the phone to Nora.
Nora quickly took the smartphone, her face softening as she saw her three children clustered together on the screen.
"Hey, my little ones, you've made it home."
"Mom!"
All three kids chimed in unison, their voices adorable and endearing.
Nora's lips curled into a smile. "I won't be at home today, so you need to follow Noe's lead and behave, okay? Eat your meals and go to bed without any fuss, got it?"
"Got it, Mom," chorused Alex and Billy obediently.
Samantha squeezed into the center of the camera frame, humming affirmatively before bursting out, "And Mom should be good too. Have a nice date with Mr. Gordon."
Nora fell silent.
That kid was making things up again!
"No, what I meant was you need to accompany Mr. Gordon on an important business trip," Samantha hurriedly corrected herself, noting Nora's displeasure.
Nora gazed at her daughter's endearing face, wishing she could pluck her right out of the screen and plant a kiss on her cheek.
"Alright, Mr. Gordon is busy right now; I'll get back to you kids later. Alex, take good care of your brother and sister," Nora said, thinking about Aaron's pressing matters and not wanting to prolong the conversation with the children.
"Will do, Mom," Alex replied earnestly.
Nora handed the phone over to Aaron.
On the other end, Noe also took the phone passed by Alex.
"Mr. Gordon, I received a tip from Mr. Smith's assistant. He said Mrs. Smith had some issues as soon as she arrived in Bescosarst. So Mr. Smith and Gayle haven't started discussing business yet," Noe relayed.
"Mrs. Smith is currently resting in suite 1888 at the hotel, and Gayle has called a doctor to see her."
Hearing this, Aaron narrowed his eyes. "Do you know what happened to Mrs. Smith?"
"She's been feeling nauseous and vomited several times on the way to the hotel," Noe explained.
Nausea? Vomiting?
Could she be pregnant?
Aaron pondered thoughtfully.
"Got it," he said after a moment.
After hanging up, he turned to Nora with a smile. "Nora, I'll need your assistance in a little while."
Nora, overhearing the conversation about a client's emergency, raised her eyebrows quizzically.
"Okay, but am I playing the doctor or the secretary here?"
Aaron chuckled, "Nora, You are both a doctor and a secretary. You're my go-to."
Nora remained silent. Why did he have to say it with such warmth?
In the luxurious Suite 1888.
A middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes paced anxiously in the living room.
He was Mr. Smith.
Standing beside him, a man in his forties, was Gayle from Godric Group.
"Mr. Smith, try not to worry. Your wife will be fine," Gayle assured.
Mr. Smith nodded and glanced at the time, his anxious expression unwavering.
The doctor emerged from the back room promptly.
Smith stepped forward eagerly and asked, "How's my wife?"
"She seems to be suffering from adjustment disorder due to the change of environment, presenting with lethargy, nausea, and vomiting. I've prescribed some medication for her. Let's see how she's doing tomorrow," Doctor explained.
Smith furrowed his brow slightly. "My wife has vomited several times just now. She must be feeling terrible. Will the medication you prescribed take effect quickly so she can feel some relief?"
The doctor looked somewhat distressed by the question. "Well, I'm afraid there's no miracle drug for such symptoms. Plus, a little difficulty adjusting isn't a serious illness; she should feel better after a good night's rest."
Although the doctor's words were correct, Smith was not satisfied.
"Mr. Gayle, could you possibly find a herbalist to take a look at my wife?" Smith inquired.
Gayle was about to respond when the doorbell rang.
The sudden chime gave everyone a brief moment of surprise, and Gayle's assistant went to answer the door.
Standing outside were Aaron and Nora.
The assistant recognized Aaron and was visibly surprised to see him in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Gayle, Mr. Gordon from Houston is here," announced the assistant.
Hearing this, Gayle's brow creased, and he turned to face Aaron.
His gaze fell on Aaron's legs, but he approached with a smile nonetheless.
"It's unexpected to see you here in Bescosarst, Mr. Gordon. I heard about your accident; it's shocking to see your legs are really impaired?"
The remark was anything but polite.
Aaron wasn't fazed; he spoke calmly, "Fortunately for me, I've had some good luck lately, and my legs are well on their way to recovery."
"Is that so? Congratulations, then," Gayle replied coolly.
Aaron smiled and said to Nora, "Nora, would you wheel me inside, please?"
"Sure."
Slipping into her role, Nora guided him inside as asked.
Aaron turned to Smith, reaching out his hand. "Good afternoon, Mr. Smith."
Smith returned the gesture. "Oh, Mr. Gordon, how are you?"
"Not too great, actually. I've been upset by you," Aaron remarked.
Smith managed an awkward smile, his attention elsewhere.
Aaron understood that Smith's concern was likely focused on his wife's illness.
"Mr. Smith, how's your wife? Isn't she with you?"
"She's feeling unwell and now resting in the back room," Smith replied.
"What's wrong with her?"
The doctor mentioned she's having trouble adjusting to the new environment."
So, it was adjustment disorder.
Aaron glanced at Nora and said, "Mr. Smith, acclimating can be tough for some, and luckily, my secretary knows a bit about herbalism. How about she checks on your wife's condition?"
Mr. Smith's eyes lit up as he took in Nora's appearance. "Mr. Gordon, is this your new secretary? Does she really know her herbs? I was just about to ask Mr. Gayle to find a herbalist for my wife."
He had only seen male executive assistants around Aaron before. When did such a beautiful woman start working as his secretary?
"Yes, Nora is not only knowledgeable in herbalism, but she's also a licensed practitioner of traditional medicine," Aaron praised.
"Really?" Smith hesitated for a moment and then decided, "Then please, have your secretary check on my wife."
Aaron nodded at Nora. "If you would, Nora."
Nora, awaiting Aaron's instruction, nodded in agreement.
Gayle, watching this unfold, quickly interposed. "Hold on, Mr. Gordon, are you joking? A secretary who knows about herbal medicine? Don't tell me you're trying to pull one over on Mr. Smith. Nine out of ten herbalists are charlatans; she can just mutter a few words and be done."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Smith furrowed his brow and looked at Nora with a hint of suspicion.
Aaron spoke calmly, "Mr. Gayle, Nora is no fraud. She's also been treating my leg with acupuncture."
Gayle glanced at Nora, her demeanor cool yet captivating, and was convinced Aaron was using her as a decoy to humor Mr. Smith.
"Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Smith is a woman of importance, not a guinea pig for experimentation. Let me find a professional herbalist to check on Mrs. Smith's needs," he insisted.
Hearing this, Aaron turned to Smith, "Mr. Smith, you've known me through multiple dealings. You know my character. I'm picky with the people I choose to surround myself with. If she wasn't exceptional, she wouldn't be my assistant, let alone treating me."
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