Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1898

"He's a friend." After a pause, Alexander continued, "I'll hang up first and call you again when I need your help."

"About the doctor…"

"It's okay for now," Alexander said after some thought. Then he put away his phone, walked toward Austin, and asked, “Why not?”

"The doctors out there are useless. This isn't a common disease. You know that!" Austin replied in a deep voice.

Alexander nodded. "I know, but right now, there's no better option. The old man is down with a high fever, and none of the servants’ conditions are improving. We can't keep going like this. Maybe a doctor outside can help relieve…"

"I'm a doctor!" Austin exclaimed.

Alexander immediately fell silent.

“I started as a doctor. As you know, I studied under many famous doctors,” Austin emphasized again. The tone he spoke in was very different from usual.

He used to be proud, confident, and even slightly arrogant when he spoke about this. However, his voice was gentle yet heavy this time. His gaze was firm, and each word he said was meant to affirm Alexander.

"I've been too decadent these days. After coming out of the devil's lair, I've been running away like a coward. I've just been indulging in the care Uncle Dom had been giving me, alongside everyone's concern for me. When Uncle Dom and everyone else fell ill, I felt like I'd lost myself and completely forgot I was a doctor.

“I've been drowning myself in self-doubt and self-denial. I don't believe I can do it. I don't believe I can cure them, either. I don't know anything, nor do I understand anything. Because of all this, I forgot what Uncle Dom told me.

Alexander looked at him and nodded slowly. It was not that he trusted Austin, but Austin was right. There was indeed no better option. No ordinary doctors could handle this unless they could find someone who knew about symbiotes.

Austin made another phone call to his family. His parents' condition did not deteriorate. Besides the constant slight fever and itchiness, they were basking in the sun and cooking in the garden.

Hearing this made him feel a little relieved. This meant his parents were not severely infected, or the disease had yet to develop into a severe stage. Regardless of which one it was, this bought him more time.

‘I must develop a cure as soon as possible. I can’t keep pinning my hopes on others. I’m Austin Fike, the grandnephew of the miracle doctor, Dominic Fike!

‘Even if I’m not his apprentice, I have been under his guidance and influence for years. I shouldn’t be standing around helplessly. I must take action!’