Chapter 388

Before Nathaniel could finish his sentence, Alistair's knees gave way again, sending him sliding toward the floor.

"Mr. Whitmore!" The butler rushed forward to steady him.

Harrison rose gracefully and approached, resting a gentle hand on his arm. "Relax. There's no need for such formality."

Alistair stared at Harrison with wide eyes. He could scarcely believe the legendary Dr. Sinclair - renowned for her expertise in naturopathic medicine - stood before him as this young woman, who happened to be his nephew's wife. The revelation left him reeling.

"You're... my mentor?" Alistair's voice trembled.

Harrison nodded, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Indeed. Was I unclear? Should I have used your childhood nickname 'Ally' instead?"

Speechless, Alistair struggled to process this earth-shattering revelation.

Now he knew without doubt - Harrison was Dr. Sinclair.

"D-Dr. Sinclair, I never imagined..." His words stumbled over each other, uncertain how to address her now.

A soft smile curved Harrison's lips. "No formalities between us. We're academic peers. Just call me Harrison."

Awe washed over Alistair. "Did you truly remove Rosalind's birthmark?"

Harrison confirmed with a nod.

Everything clicked into place. The vanished birthmark. The immediate correction during his lecture. These weren't feats any ordinary person could accomplish.

Harrison was indeed Dr. Sinclair!

Excitement thrummed through Alistair's veins - gratitude, admiration, and profound respect mingling together.

"I researched Rosalind's condition extensively but never found a solution."

Harrison returned to the desk, pen gliding across paper as she wrote.

"Here's the formula I used."

Alistair seized the paper eagerly, his eyes devouring the contents. "Genius! Absolute genius. No wonder you're my mentor."

Harrison's smile remained gentle. "Anything else you need?"

Alistair shook his head vigorously. "No, nothing at all. Please stay for dinner."

"Another time. I have plans this evening."

They descended to the living room where Nathaniel and Rosalind waited.

Rosalind immediately linked arms with Harrison. "How did it go?"

"Well enough. We should head back."

"Of course."

Nathaniel suddenly blocked their path. "Not so fast. We need to talk."

Before Harrison could respond, Alistair sharply rebuked him. "Nathaniel! Show some respect. You don't command Harrison like some servant!"

Nathaniel gaped at his uncle as if seeing a ghost. "Uncle Alistair, have you lost your mind?"

Ignoring his nephew, Alistair beamed at Harrison. "Please excuse Nathaniel's behavior. Safe travels home. I'll have my driver take you."

Nathaniel stood frozen in shock, hands on hips, laughing incredulously.

What fresh madness was this?

Harrison cast one last glance at the flustered Nathaniel before departing with Rosalind.

Rosalind couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at Nathaniel as they left - a silent "serves you right" hanging in the air.