Chapter 39

Chapter39 What Makes You Say That

Holley felt confident that Dr. Moore would remain undiscovered, given her mysterious nature.

Despite her persistent inquiries and offering her contact details, she still hadn't learned the young woman's identity or her affiliated medical institution.

She was unfazed by the possibility of her lie being exposed. If confronted, she would simply claim it was a case of mistaken identity.

Upon learning the names of his grandson and his pupil, Brent grew convinced of Holley's account and resolved to discreetly consult Maxton for further details later. "Well, Marissa, you're still early in your journey, and your potential could outshine Dr. Moore's accomplishments. I have faith in you," Brent encouraged. His animated gestures, however,gave him an odd appearance. Marissa, unfazed, responded with poised assurance, "Thank you for your kind words,"accepting the praise without a hint of bashfulness.As Barry guided several experts out, some lingered, reluctant to leave, partly to discuss a few things with Brent and partly intrigued by Marissa,whom Brent likened to Dr. Moore.

When Maxton returned with the ice pack, he noticed the suite was less crowded and handed the item to Brent.

Brent, preoccupied with kneading Holley's leg,nodded but grew solemn upon pressing a tender spot, asking with concern, "How did you injure yourself so severely?"

Holley grimaced, perspiring from the sharp pain that suggested a fractured meniscus.

"You need an X-ray," Brent insisted, attempting to assist her up, but noticing her inability to stand. He called, "Theodore, come and help."

Theodore glanced at Wilbur instead of moving.

Wilbur promptly stepped in, offering Brent a courteous smile. "Let me assist."

"Well done, Theodore, for knowing how to keep a proper distance from other women." Brent, far from upset, commended Theodore for respecting appropriate boundaries.

He recalled his granddaughter's complaints about

her ex-boyfriend's overly friendly demeanor with other women.

After entrusting Holley to Wilbur, Brent, easing his aching arm, winked playfully at Marissa. "Theodore is a better catch than Bryson. Ever thought of a change?"

Brent had hoped his grandson might win Marissa's heart, viewing Bryson as a frivolous charmer.

However, he was aware of the engagement between the Curtis and Brooks families and now had to abandon that idea.

His support for Marissa was almost perfomative,like a dedicated advocate.

Marissa, unfazed, declared, "I've already moved on from that guy."

The Fletcher family's prominence was less than Phil and Susanna assumed, as the wedding drama hadn't yet made headlines.

Surprised, Brent probed, "You and Bryson have broken up?"

"YeS,"Marissa replied evenly.

Pressing further, Brent asked, "After developing that eye medication for him, you're just walking away?" Brent viewed Marissa as a hopeless romantic,always prioritizing Bryson's wishes. If Bryson requested a specific meal, she would abandon her tasks to prepare it for him.

"I've returned to the Curtis family," Marissa stated plainly, offering no details about her relationship with Bryson and indifferent to Theodore's possible assumptions from Brent's remarks.

Her brief response stopped Brent from asking further; he knew she was reserved, never speaking ill of her family.

"Oh, I see," Brent remarked with a sigh, holding back further comments, though he secretly wished that Marissa would marry his grandson instead of Theodore.

"Theodore," Brent sighed again, reluctant to see Marissa claimed by him, hoping to secure an opportunity for his grandson. "If your families'engagement falls apart, my grandson might make a move then!"

In Brent's opinion, if Marissa and his grandson shared mutual affection, opting for the Wallace family over the Brooks family wasn't far-fetched.

Unlike the quiet Theodore, Maxton's shared medical interests with Marissa made him a more compelling match.

"You must be joking, Dr. Wallace," Theodore replied, his steady eyes locking onto Brent, his tone cool. "We will make sure to send you a wedding invite."

Brent shook his head. "I'm not joking-| truly want Marissa as my granddaughter-in-law. I don't think you two are a good match."

Theodore's gaze held firm, his face impassive, but his eyes sharpened. "What makes you say that?"