?<strong>Chapter 833:</strong>


    Before she could finish, the elders all nodded knowingly. “Oh! Dr. Hewitt, the old couple who practice medicine?” the one who had spoken earlier offered.


    “They’re the only Hewitts in this neighborhood,” another chimed in.


    Relieved, Carrie smiled. “Yes, that’s them.”


    They pointed in unison. “First intersection ahead, turn right into the first building—that’s their home.”


    Carrie bowed her head slightly. “Thank you so much.”


    The elderly folks beamed at her. One of them, eyes twinkling, asked, “Such a polite youngdy. Do you have a boyfriend yet?”


    Sensing where the conversation was heading, Carrie quickly excused herself and hurried away.


    As she disappeared, the elders exchanged knowing nces.


    Some of the elders with sons of marriageable agemented not asking for her contact information before she hurried off. To them, such a beautiful and well-mannered young woman was a rare catch. Then, realization struck. “Wait, isn’t she visiting Dr. Hewitt? We can ask her about the girl tomorrow!” they decided gleefully.


    Excited murmurs followed as an old woman abruptly stood up, folding her stool. “I’ll call my son back—maybe he’ll run into herter.” Another person quickly followed. “I’ll tell my nephew to stop by after work.”


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    Within moments, most of the group had scattered, each scheming to introduce Carrie to a single man in their family. The remaining elders, whose families didn’t have eligible bachelors, scoffed. “Hmph, as if a girl like that would be interested in any of your rascals.”


    Carrie quickly located Doris’ residence by following the directions provided by the neighbors.


    The old apartment building had no elevator, so she took the stairs to Doris’ doorstep. As she stood there, straightening her clothes, ready to knock, the door across the hallway suddenly swung open. A young couple came out, apparently on their way out. Their eyes met. Carrie, who usually felt uneasy in social situations, quickly offered a polite smile and gave a brief nod.


    From behind the couple, a little boy peeked out, staring intently at Carrie.


    “She’s so pretty! I think I’ve seen her on TV—she must be a big star!” he eximed.


    The couple yfully ruffled the boy’s hair in response.


    The boy added, “That man earlier was really handsome too. Are they a couple…?”


    “Stop that silly talk!” The couple’s faces twisted into expressions of embarrassment. One pped a hand over the boy’s mouth, while the other offered Carrie a sheepish nce. “Apologies, he’s just speaking his mind—he’s a child.”


    Carrie responded with a smile and a dismissive shake of her head. “No worries.”


    A man? She remembered Doris had only one daughter. Perhaps Doris had brought a boyfriend home?


    With this thought, Carrie faced the door again and pressed the doorbell.


    As the door started to open, the scent of freshly cooked meals drifted out, along with Doris’ voice. “Kristopher, could you get the door for me? It’s probably the youngdy I told you about,ing to collect some medicine.”


    The mention of the name “Kristopher” startled Carrie. Before she could think further, Kristopher himself stood before her.


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