Chapter 991

Maeve was Harold's wife, and she was eight years younger than him. She had only married Harold because she had run away from her arranged marriage.

Although Harold wasn't as well off as the Coltranes, he was more reliable than a wealthy heir would be, and he wasn't a playboy.

Maeve was a beautiful woman, after all, and she was a wealthy heiress. She was confident of that, at least.

Maeve glared at Callum and smiled as she walked down the stairs to shake Sebastian's hand.

Harold had told Maeve in advance about bringing Sebastian to treat Dexter, so Maeve had come early to make sure that everything was prepared.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Maeve said to Sebastian very worriedly, "We've brought in many people over the past few years for my father's condition. We even got a doctor from Janover, but none of them could tell us what is the cause of his condition."

Sebastian frowned slightly and said, "Mrs. Tennyson, could I ask what symptoms he has?"

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