"This young man must be the skilled healer you mentioned, Mr. Rhys, right
? From what happened today, you do live up to your reputation," Roderick
said.
"I only hope you won't take it too hard, Mr. Brooks," Dustin said.
Any man wouldn't be able to handle hearing that he'd been cheated on.
"Speaking of, I should be thanking you, Mr. Rhys. If it wasn't for your s
harp eyes, I don't know how long I would have been lied to." Roderick for
ced a smile.
In this case, it was better to rip the bandage off.
Although it was a bit humiliating, it still beat getting cheated on repea
tedly.
"Mr. Brooks, forgive me for asking, but could the secret illness you've b
een suffering from be the same as your wife's?" Natasha asked tentatively
.
Typically speaking, if his wife got it, then Roderick must have caught it
too.
"Um. I probably don't have it." Roderick looked slightly embarrassed. "To
be honest, because of how busy I have been with work, I haven't slept wi
th my wife for half a year."
"That's good. You dodged a bullet." Natasha smiled.
"Mr. Rhys, can you tell what disease I have?" Roderick went straight to t
he point.
"Mr. Brooks, have you been experiencing back and knee pain, mood swings,
and insomnia?" Dustin suddenly asked.
"How did you know?" Roderick raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Of course, I observed it." Dustin smiled
slightly. "Not only do I know that your body is weak and sickly, but I al
so know about the hidden injury at your lower back. If my guess isn't wro
ng, you injured your lower back a few years ago, right?"
The moment Roderick heard those words, his face instantly grew solemn.
The way he looked at Dustin also changed.
Indeed, he had gotten hurt a few years ago.
That time, he'd been on his way to a meeting to discuss a business deal w
hen a hitman suddenly appeared, stabbing him in the lower back.
Fortunately, he didn't lose his life, but ever since then, his injury had
been causing him pain.
The problem was that he'd never told anyone about this, so how did Dustin
find out?
"Mr. Rhys, you're really amazing! But how could you tell?" Roderick was b
oth shocked and suspicious.
"I'm a doctor. For most ailments, you can identify clues from the smalles
t details. For example, you were walking in a stiff manner earlier, putti
ng less pressure on your left foot compared to the right. Evidently, you
have a lower back injury." Dustin replied.
"Hahaha… You're truly a miracle doctor, Mr. Rhys! I acknowledge your tale
nt!" Roderick said.
"What a compliment, Mr. Brooks. I'm just using my wits."
"Mr. Rhys, could you take a good look and see whether this illness of min
e can be cured?" Roderick extended
his wrist.
Dustin felt for his pulse. Then, he responded, "It's curable, but it will
take some time. That knife injured your kidney, which has affected your
ability to have children. Your reproductive ability has also greatly dete
riorated. This is also why you still haven't had children until now."
When he said that, Natasha and Roderick paused, clearly taken aback.
"Mr. Rhys, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Roderick frowned.
"That's right, Dustin. Mr. Brooks has a four–year–
old son," Natasha added.
The reason
why Roderick had doted on Chloe so much was because she'd borne him a son
.
Being able to have a son as a middle–
aged man, he naturally had a lot of love and care for both mother and
child.
"Huh?" This time, it was Dustin's turn to be confused.
He reached for Roderick's wrist again and said with certainty, "It's impo
ssible! Your knife injury happened at least six years ago. The knife went
all the way in, so there is no way you are fertile, unless
"Unless what?" Roderick found himself asking.
"Unless your son isn't biologically yours."
Roderick was speechless.