All Chapters of Side Chick Era… Over: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Sharon turned her head and saw three familiar faces walking into Uriah's clinic.And in that instant, she understood why Uriah had suddenly asked her to come help.She wasn't exactly surprised.After all, Nate and Carter had been running themselves ragged over Kelly's illness. Reaching someone like Uriah must've taken no small effort.Nate stared at her, wide-eyed, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing."Sharon, really? You followed Carter here? Let me tell you, if you interfere with Kelly's treatment in any way, I won't let it slide!"Kelly stepped in gently, "Nate, don't say that. Maybe Sharon just really wanted to see Carter, so she came here looking for him."Sharon curled her lips into a cool, faint smile. "I got here first. And you're saying I followed you? For all I know, it's you three who followed me."Nate let out a mocking laugh. "You? A housewife? What's there to follow? No, it's you—you couldn't stand that Carter didn't show up to your little date, so you ch

Carter had sensed it all along—that undercurrent of hostility from Uriah. At the time, he'd brushed it off, assuming the old man was just eccentric.But now, seeing Sharon here, everything made sense.Nate stared for a moment, then snapped his fingers as realization struck. "Ah! I get it now. You cranky old man—you were deliberately picking a fight yesterday!""Picking a fight?" Uriah's face turned cold. He let out a heavy, disdainful snort. "People like you—swaggering around with your attitude—you think my clinic welcomes that? You come here wanting treatment, and can't even humble yourselves. I say a few words, and you accuse me of picking a fight? What you heard yesterday was nothing. Back when Sharon came here to ask for medicine for her mother-in-law, I said even worse things!"Then he turned to Carter, eyes sharp. "And you… why the hell would I know who you are? In those two years she came begging for medicine for your mother, did you ever show your face? Not once! And now yo

Perhaps realizing he was in the wrong, Carter's voice—for once—lost its usual chill. "That day, Kelly had a check-up. I really couldn't get away."Sharon let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You couldn't get away, sure, but couldn't bother to let me know either?" Her tone was biting. "You already stood me up that morning, and you promised you'd come in the afternoon."You didn't show, not even a single text. Carter, you're the CEO of a company, and this is how you keep your word? Can you still call yourself a man?"Her voice, her eyes—cold and cutting. Each word landed like a blade. Gone was the gentle, composed woman people were used to. This Sharon was unrecognizable, and more than a little unsettling.Carter's expression turned dark, his voice low and stern. "Sharon, don't be unreasonable. You never used to act like this."She let out a soft, disbelieving laugh."I'm being unreasonable?" she repeated. "You break your promises over and over, and I'm the one being unreasonable?"Sh

Ten years ago, Uriah's wife died in a tragic accident.Since then, he had moved out of the Malcolm household, retreating into the solitude of his run-down clinic. His temper had grown increasingly eccentric, the edges of his personality sharpened by time and grief.The clinic sat in a forgotten corner of the city, surrounded by crumbling old buildings. Hardly anyone came seeking treatment. And those few who did often left in a huff, driven away by his prickly disposition.For an entire year, not a single patient crossed his threshold. But he didn't care. Treating people had never been the point of coming here. He was simply keeping watch over the place that still held the memories of her.Still, a gift like his could never truly be buried. Not even in a place like this.Word of his legendary skills began to spread again, quiet and insistent like water slipping through stone.Then he met Sharon.He had lived a long life, met all kinds of people, and seen through countless masks.

Uriah glanced at the cut on Kelly's finger, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Well then, you'd better hurry to the hospital. If you wait too long, the wound might start healing on its own."Matty looked up from her plate. "Kelly, it's just a scrape. Does it really hurt that bad? When I bump into things, I never cry… Are you seriously more fragile than a five-year-old?"Kelly swayed slightly, as if she might faint, her expression fragile—but her mouth was anything but weak. "Sweetheart, my body's different from normal people's… Last week I accidentally cut my finger. There was so much blood. Carter got so worried I might have complications, he insisted I go to the hospital."He knows my condition is a bit special now—any small injury could cause nonstop bleeding. He even arranged a blood pack for me in advance, just in case…"But when I got to the hospital, they were trying to save a patient with major blood loss, so they gave my reserved blood to them instead. When Carter found out, h