Chapter 362 Half a Month
Back at the crib, Seb hit the bathroom for a quick shower.
After tucking Sweetie in, Isabella strolled back to the bedroom and caught Seb munching on something as she swung the door open.
Hearing the door, Seb turned his back a bit and quickly shoved whatever he was holding into his pocket.
The whole thing took just a few seconds. Seb spun around, acting like nothing went down.
"Sweetie asleep?" Seb asked.
Isabella nodded, her eyes darting to the corner of Seb's mouth.
She was sure she hadn't imagined it; Seb was definitely sneaking something behind her back! Since he was hiding it, he clearly didn't want to spill the beans.
A pang of sadness hit Isabella. "Yeah, she's out."
In the end, she didn't press Seb about it.
After the shower, they crashed in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms.
Seb's breathing got heavier, but even though Isabella was beat, she couldn't drift off.
The day's events, starting with Quentin reminding her to call Seb, all felt off.
Isabella was all kinds of confused. She tried to piece it together but was totally lost.
"Seb," Isabella called out.
"Can we bump up our wedding?" she asked.
Seb's eyes popped open. "Really? Why?"
Isabella hugged his waist and looked up at him. "I don't wanna wait anymore. I wanna be your bride ASAP."
Seb ran his fingers through her hair, hesitating a bit. "But the bridal shop..."
"I already checked. The dress and suit can be rushed. I also talked to the officiant; we can move everything up. Just by a week," Isabella said, her eyes full of hope.
He was about to say no, but he couldn't. Seb finally nodded. "Alright."
Isabella beamed. "Thanks."
Seb leaned down and kissed her for a long time. "Bella, this is what you deserve. Sorry for making you wait."
The next day.
"What?" Marvin shot up from his chair. "I gotta cure you in two weeks?"
Seb's face stayed cool as he glanced at Marvin.
Marvin waved his hand. "No way! A month was already pushing it, and now you want it in half the time? You're still in the early stages of treatment. Even if we speed things up, it would take at least three more weeks to fix you up..."
Seb looked at him. "Not confident?"
Marvin admitted straight up, "It's not about confidence; it's almost impossible. Do you know how long it usually takes to cure someone with mental illness?"
Hearing "mental illness," Seb's frown deepened.
Realizing his mistake, Marvin quickly added, "Mental trauma is also a type of mental illness. In the medical world, it's just a term, not an insult. Even in the best-case scenario, it takes at least three to six months to heal. Mr. Landon, your psychological trauma needs a slow and steady approach; you can't rush it!"
Seb listened quietly until Marvin finished, then he suddenly turned to Bradley, who had been sitting silently beside them. "What about you?"
Bradley was caught off guard. "Me?"
He instinctively glanced at Marvin.
Seb cut him off, "Don't look at him. I'm asking you. Can you fix me up in two weeks?"
Bradley thought for a moment.
Seb added, "If you can, you can be my personal doc like Dr. Finn, or I'll give you a fat stack of cash, or whatever else you want. I'll try to make it happen."
The offer was too good to pass up. The hesitation in Bradley's eyes vanished. He stood up and said, "Mr. Landon, I'm down to give it a shot."
"Bradley!" Marvin couldn't hold back. "What's the first rule of being a doctor? Don't promise a cure without being absolutely sure."
Bradley looked at him, full of enthusiasm. "Professor, I'm confident."
Marvin asked, "How confident? Even if you are, you can't make promises lightly. Do you know how complicated Mr. Landon's condition is?"
"I know." Bradley nodded. "I've gone over Mr. Landon's case multiple times and done a detailed analysis. Check it out."
With that, Bradley handed over his trusty notebook.
Marvin opened it and was a bit taken aback. "You've been doing all this behind my back? Impressive!"
Bradley stayed calm and modest. "It's all thanks to your teaching."
Marvin was speechless.
Normally, Marvin would have felt proud and justified by Bradley's words. But now, holding this thick notebook, Marvin felt a bit overshadowed by his student.
Just then, Jack pushed the door open. "Mr. Landon, the meeting's about to start."
Seb stood up, adjusted his sleeves, and said to Bradley, "From today on, you're in charge of my treatment."
Marvin touched his nose, feeling a bit defeated. "Looks like I can retire early."
Marvin didn't complain. He was already planning his next vacation in his head.
Since working for Seb, who was a total workaholic, Marvin hadn't had any time off. Now that Bradley was stepping in, he could finally take a break. Marvin imagined a few months of eating, drinking, and having a blast.
Marvin's daydreams were pretty sweet. In just a few seconds, he had almost planned his entire trip. But Seb shattered his dreams with a simple statement. "I'm afraid not."
Seb walked over and said, "Marvin, I have a very important task for you."
Marvin asked, "What?"
Seb rarely spoke to him so seriously, making Marvin a bit uneasy.
Seb didn't elaborate but checked his watch. "Come find me later. I'll tell you in person."
After saying that, Seb gave Marvin a heavy pat on the shoulder.
Marvin was stunned by the pat. He had a bad feeling. What exactly was this task Seb had for him?
