Chapter 347 Walter's Deep Regret
James knew Walter would say that, so he just smirked. "Oh, you want me gone? Is that your bright idea or Derek's?" James shot back, grinning.
Walter looked like a deer in headlights, still processing. "Yeah, it's my idea," he finally blurted out.
But the bodyguard next to him was quicker on the uptake, eyes wide. "Wait, are you the Dr. Smith that Dr. Edwin mentioned?"
James just smiled with a pregnant silence.
Walter was floored, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. "No way. This guy? He's broke. How could he be Dr. Smith?" Walter scoffed.
James shrugged. "Why can't I be a doctor?"
Walter laughed like he'd heard the best joke ever. "You? A miracle doctor? Dude, you mooch off women. If you're a miracle doctor, then I'm God. Get lost, or I'll make you regret impersonating Dr. Smith."
James sighed, shaking his head. "Walter, you're a Jenkins, but you're acting like a fool. Think about it. If I wasn't Dr. Smith, how would I know you were here?"
He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Walter's parents. They must be pulling their hair out dealing with this guy.
Walter blinked, then snapped, "Emberlyn put you up to this, didn't she? She's mine. Touch her again, and you'll regret it."
James had heard this nonsense too many times. Walter was not just hot-headed and dumb, but also seriously lacking in class.
James was done with this conversation. He was here out of respect for Edwin.
Walter didn't even thank him and just kept throwing insults. Even the calmest person would lose their cool.
"Look, Walter, I don't want to waste time. I'm here to treat Derek. If you won't take me to him, I'm out."
"Idiot," Walter spat. "You think you can fool me? If you're the Dr. Smith Edwin mentioned, I'll kneel and kowtow to you. Now get lost."
"Alright, you asked for it." James gave Walter a thumbs up, then pulled out his phone and called Edwin. "Hey, Edwin, I'm here, but Walter's being a pain and wants me gone. I've done what I can; I can't help Derek if I'm not allowed in."
Edwin was confused and tried to say something, but James hung up.
Walter watched James leave, thinking he was just putting on a show.
Two minutes later, Walter's phone rang. "Hey, Grandpa, what's up? What? No way. That guy's a nobody. How could he be Dr. Smith?"
Derek chewed him out over the phone. Walter was stunned, his mind blank. He couldn't believe that guy was really Dr. Smith.
After hanging up, he stood there for a few seconds, dazed. The bodyguard nudged him. "Walter, should we go find Dr. Smith?"
Walter clenched his fists, breathing hard. "Yeah, let's go find him now!"
It still felt unreal. How could that guy be Dr. Smith? And to top it off, he was the same jerk who liked Emberlyn. This was too much.
But for Derek's sake, Walter had to swallow his pride and find James, which sucked.
He hustled in the direction James had gone. After about ten minutes, it was clear James had split.
Feeling like a total loser, he headed back.
Standing outside the door, he hesitated, anxiety and regret gnawing at him. He wished he'd brought James back sooner.
Finally, Vincent couldn't take it anymore and shoved the door open for him.
"Where's Dr. Smith? Did you bring him back?" Derek asked, frowning.
Walter, looking like a kicked puppy, mumbled, "No, I couldn't find him."
"What?" Edwin snapped, "What did you say to Mr. Smith? He's a man of his words. If he said he'd treat Derek, he wouldn't bail. You must've pissed him off and chased him away." Edwin explained.
Walter wanted to argue but couldn't get the words out. "I didn't," he muttered, guilt all over his face.
His guilty look said it all. Derek, furious, grabbed a water cup and chucked it at him. "You idiot! I told you not to offend Dr. Smith, and you did it anyway. Do you want me dead?" Derek roared.
The cup smacked Walter in the chest, making him wince. Hearing Derek's words, he panicked, "Grandpa, I want you to be healthy. I'd never want you to die."
"I think you do," Derek spat, his anger making him cough up blood. Seeing this, Walter freaked out even more.
Everyone else in the room was fuming, too. Walter was a total screw-up. Derek was such a decent man; how did the family end up with this clown?
Edwin quickly treated Derek, working hard to stabilize him again.
"Derek, that's enough. I'll call Mr. Smith and try to get him back," Edwin said, exasperated.
Derek, feeling embarrassed, said, "Edwin, I'm really sorry to trouble you again."
Edwin gave a weary smile and started dialing James.
There was a hushed silence in the room. Everyone was hanging on Edwin's words. James was Derek's only hope.
Two minutes later, Edwin hung up and sighed in relief. "Mr. Smith agreed, but there's a catch. Walter has to personally invite him back and apologize."
All eyes turned to Walter. His face turned red, and he gritted his teeth.
James's request felt like a death sentence to him.
Seeing him hesitate, Derek said coldly, "What, you don't want to?"
Walter looked up, eyes bloodshot, and said, "On my way."
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