The male leads gathered closely, exchanging cautious nces, while Xavier silently scrutinized them, curious about their intentions. Meanwhile, Bry’s uncle wandered around the nts near the piano, quietly admiring each one. Bry, on the other hand, moved about with eager energy, as if he were exploring an amusement park.


    Zen and his grandfather stood a bit apart from the others, engaged in a serious conversation that they preferred to keep private from the rest of the group.


    Observing his younger brother and son enjoying themselves, Bry’s father breathed a sigh of relief. He cast a grateful nce at Hera, intending to express his gratitude, but before he could utter a word, Hera spoke up.


    "Uncle, since Bry and your family were such a tremendous help to me during my time in the vige, why don’t you allow me to arrange for some experts to examine second uncle’s leg for a consultation?" Her offer was sincere, devoid of any sense of superiority. Instead, she seemed genuinely concerned for Bry’s uncle’s well-being and eager to lend a helping hand.


    Bry’s father’s lips formed a restrained smile, overwhelmed with gratitude. He appreciated Hera and the others for their decision to forego their im to the prize money from the equestrian race; it was already a considerable help. With that, he felt confident enough to consider allowing his younger brother to undergo the consultation and potentially the operation. However, his intention was to seek assistance from a public hospital, trusting that the doctors there would be capable of helping his younger brother walk again.


    Yet, it would be a lie to im he possessed unwavering confidence in the likelihood of his younger brother’s recovery. Despite a year having passed, he had yet to find a doctor who could offer even a 50% sess rate for the operation.


    So, his trust in the doctors was more of a self-assurance tactic than a genuine belief in their capabilities. Thest consultation revealed that his younger brother’s lumbar spine was affected, along with some adjacent nerves, posing a significant challenge for surgical treatment.


    He hesitated to burden Hera, who had generously offered her assistance. Admitting that he was not tempted would be a lie, but before he could decline, someone interjected, "Why don’t you let me take a look?" Zhane, who had been monitoring Hera since she stepped in, identally overheard their conversation.


    He recognized that eavesdropping wasn’t gentlemanly behavior, but upon realizing the conversation pertained to medical matters, he feltpelled to intervene. While he typically refrained from involving himself in others’ affairs due to his busy schedule at the hospital and he was just not a busybody, the prospect of assisting Hera spurred him into action. He believed he was the most qualified candidate for the task and felt a sense of duty to offer his expertise, knowing that Hera needed assistance.


    Bry’s father tilted his head in confusion. "You are?"


    "I am Zhane Everett, a doctor," came the reply.


    Only then did Hera recall that the brilliant Dr. Zhane Everett was also present. She had been discussing arranging medical assistance for Bry’s uncle’s leg, she could just pray that Zhane doesn’t view this differently.


    "Is he the one you were talking about?" Bry’s father inquired, but Hera couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Her guilty eyes spoke volumes, conveying her inadvertent oversight of Zhane. Helplessly, Zhane could only shake his head in resignation.