The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 100

Even though they'd known each other for ages, Jonathan still felt a bit starstruck. It wasn't every day that someone like Paisley showed up personally.

"Gosh, I'm so glad you're here." Jonathan let out a huge breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "We're counting on you to save Mr. Paul Vanderbilt now."

Finally, his old friend had a real shot at getting better.

"This..." Reginald's face froze as he watched Jonathan and Paisley talking, his mind suddenly thrown into complete chaos. "Mr. Walsh, you know each other?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah." He walked to Paisley's side and formally addressed the Vanderbilts. "Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt, this is who I mentioned to you before—Paisley, the practitioner of the Ancient Medical Arts."

The practitioner of the Ancient Medical Arts—Paisley. Those words hit everyone like a physical blow, leaving them stunned.

Jonathan glanced around the room before turning to Charles. "Mr. Hansen, where's your mentor?" He was about to say that if she hadn't arrived yet, or if she couldn't help, they could just forget about it.

With Paisley here, Jonathan believed that everything would be fine.

Before the words could even fully register, Charles shifted closer to Paisley. "Well, this is my mentor."

Jonathan's eyes widened in shock. 'Could something this unbelievable really happen?' Still, he adjusted quickly. After all, he knew better than anyone just how skilled Paisley really was.

If Jonathan hadn't been tied down running an entire hospital, he would've jumped at the chance to study under her himself.

Getting accepted as a practitioner to the Ancient Medical Arts wasn't something just anyone could achieve.

Earlier, everyone thought the idea of Paisley being Charles' mentor was wild. But now, with Jonathan backing it up now, they couldn't deny it anymore.

Reginald's expression kept shifting as he stared at Paisley, words catching in his throat before he could voice them.

Jonathan missed all these reactions, focused only on getting Paisley to see Paul. "Paisley, the patient's room is right this way. You—"

Paisley cut him off, "Jonathan, you've got it wrong. I won't be examining Mr. Paul Vanderbilt."

Her words dropped like a stone into still water, making everyone's hearts skip a beat.

Dominick completely ignored Marissa's protests, his gaze fixed intently on Paisley. "Paisley, I'm begging you."

Paisley let out a deep sigh, finally giving in. "Alright, I'll try." She wasn't doing this for Dominick. This was purely for Paul, who had once shown her such warmth.

"Jonathan, let's move the patient to the operating room," Paisley said. She needed an environment with zero distractions, and in the hospital, only the OR could provide that.

As Paisley spoke, her expression shifted to one of absolute focus, her eyes filled with determination. In a single heartbeat, she had completely transformed both her mindset and her role.

At this moment, Paisley was every inch the doctor.

Dominick's eyes widened as he witnessed yet another side of Paisley he'd never seen before.

It wasn't the graceful, gentle wife and mother, not the free-spirited equestrian champion, but a doctor, commanding respect with her precise, professional demeanor.

The timing couldn't have been worse, but Dominick couldn't deny it—his heart was racing in his chest as he watched her work.