The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 83 Rather than saying she saw "Matthew," it would be more accurate to say she saw the elderly man before her wrapped up in strange clothing. He wore a mask and sunglasses, with only his hands exposed. It was hard to tell his appearance, let alone his gender. Shakira's gaze shifted downward, focusing on the man's hands, which did look like those of an older gentleman. Shakira smirked, opening with a remark full of meaning. "Matthew, you truly deserve to be the number one doctor; you can even perform the basic diagnosis techniques while wearing sunglasses" A hint of intrigue appeared on Walter's otherwise expressionless face.

As soon à as Shakira entered the territory, Fiona radiated discontent. Hearing this sarcastic comment, she immediately took it why personally, her face flushed with anger, filled with disdainful glares and sharp voices. "You're only good at acupuncture: would that impress What status does does Matthew have that allow like you to criticize him?" Oh? This young lady can perform acupuncture?" "Matthew looked at Shakira with apparent surprise, his voice sounding muffled as if it were coming through several layers of fabric.

She could clearly feel the gaze behind the sunglasses scrutinizing her.

That gaze felt extremely unfamiliar.

'He's not an old man at all; he's a counterfeit scammer!' Shakira's smile deepened, carrying a hint of icy disdain. "I kriow a bit.

"Well, that's something. Nowadays, young people are so restless, brainwashed by Western medicine, and look down on the medical arts that have been passed down for thousands of years in our country. Your willingness to learn acupuncture shows you have sawareness," Matthew's said with calm composure, seemingly unaffected by Shakira's rudeness, even praising her, instantly elevating his stature as an elder.

Fiona, however, was seething, "Matthew, don't be fooled by her; she only knows stricks; she's not on the slevel.

Shakira nodded. "Yes, yes, Ms. Banks is right; I only know a little It's just a bit better than the painkillers produced by the team Ms. Banks leads." Feeling her pride trampled by Shakira, Fiona's face turned red with fury, wishing she could tear Shakira apart! "Chere." Just then, Walt Walter spoke i in a a deep voice. He glanced at Shakira, who immediately obediently retreated behind. him, appearing like a well-behaved little maid.

She leaned close to Walter, whispering in his car under Fiona's murderous gaze. "Mr. Lopez, do you really think he is Matthew?" The woman's voice was soft and close, her breath brushing against his car, sending a tingling sensation. Walter's heartbeat quickened unexpectedly. He suppressed the rising emotions within him and turned his head. The two remained close without stepping back, Walter's nose lightly brushed against Shakira's lips, making her feel as if she had been touched by something hot. "This feeling... is quite strange." Before she could think further, Walter's voice cagain, low and cautious, "Not sure, but his outfit is strikingly similar to that of his apprentice, Lonely Bird: it seems they share a common style." Shakira thought, What? Walter's criteria for recognizing peoples based on their attire? Isn't that a hasty? However, she couldn't refute it at all. Isn't this akin to lifting a rock to smash on my own feet?" "Shakira, how dare you touch Walter in front of me!" Fiona could no longer tolerate the sight of their Heads almost touching, and she rushed forward, determined to push Shakira away with force. 08.25 Wed, 08:25 Wed, Oct 23 G Chapter 83 A cold glint flickered in Shakira's eyes as she prepared to retaliate, but just then, Walter grabbed Fiona's elbow, preventing her from getting any closer. The man's tone was cool. "Enough, don't make a fool of yourself in front of Matthew." Fiona was immobilized and wanted to complain further, but seeing the anger on Walter's face, she reluctantly gave up "Walter, I only let her off this tbecause of you. If there's a next time, I won't hold back!" Fiona had tolerated Shakira for far too long. Walter is just too kind-hearted, easily deceived by this useless maid! Once Matthew heals Walter's legs, he won't need her anymore, and I'll have every reason to kick her out! She jerked her hand away, feigning anger, but then sat beside Walter, glaring fiercely at Shakira. It was as if she would show no mercy if Shakira dared to breach the distance again. indifferent Shak Shakira didn't didn't even glance at Walter turned to 'Matthew' and and nd continued the topic he hadn't finished earlier. "I chere today with an uncomfortable request, hoping Matthew can help treat these legs." Matthew' leaned back on the sofa, hands clasped in front of him, his thumbs unconsciously rotating. After a long moment of 'Matthew' "I've already retired quietly, no longer dealing with worldly troubles. Mr. Lopez should seek another capable healer." that, 'Matthew' pretended to leave. With that, With the continued contemplation, he replied, "I cto Crescentville for personal matters and won't be staying long Walter narrowed his eyes slightly. "If Matthew has any concerns, please feel free to speak." Fiona panicked. "No, Matthew, you can't go! Please help Walter with his treatment! I'll agree to anything, no matter the co She rushed to stand in front of Matthew, her previous arrogance replaced by humility and pleading. "You're a kind-hearted healer. Walter is so exceptional; how can he be burdened by these legs for a lifetime? Please, Matthew, help him!" 'Matthew' hesitated, appearing to be moved by Fiona's earnestness. "Ms. Banks, you... con Matthew' sighed heavily, "Since Ms. Banks is so sincere, I'll give it a try!" He turned to Walter, saying, "Mr. Lopez has such a heartfelt friend in Ms. Banks; I envy you.

Hearing this, Fiona beamed, her gaze fixed intently on Walter For Walter, everything is worth it."

Watching this scene, Shakira couldn't help but chuckle. This Matthew is ve way too easy to sway!" He

at back down on the sofa and seemed to deliberate before speaking again. "But I previously swore to my peers t wouldn't treat anyone unless absolutely necessary... After a moment of thought, he added. 'How about this? I'll donate the fee for Mr. Lopez's treatment to the Clusia Hospital's medical research department, contributing to national medical research, which wouldn't violate my oath." Walter asked, "What price are you proposing, Matthew?" Matthew' replied without hesitation, "One thousand." Wed, Chapter 84