Lucien Gerald was bound to show up on time for the charity gala, so Lucien did one thing his brother couldn’t do—that he would’ve loved a little less than having to disown his younger brother, but still enjoyed so much. He showed up late. Two hours after the time written in the email, when the event was in full swing. Someone was trying to be funny on stage, and the crowd was doing its best to show him support, with dry, scattered laughter and a few rounds of applause. Thankfully, he got the message as Lucien found a table at the end, with a few other medical professionals who looked like they’d been forced to attend. Residents? “Alright, everyone! I know I’m boring you up here, so we’re going to move to the fun part of tonight’s gala—the drinks.”That was enough to rouse the crowd again. “Dr. Roswood.” One of them recognized him as he tried to stand, her eyes going wide. “Oh, my god. It’s you, isn’t it?”He nodded, clearing his throat quietly. “Depends on which Roswood you’
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