Chapter 237
“Why are you avoiding me, handsome? I won’t bite,” Tara teased as she noticed Cameron’s
somewhat forced smile. “Or are you worried your girlfriend might get jealous? Are you henpecked?” She chuckled.
Cameron’s lips twitched. He wondered what she meant by henpecked. To him, it was about cherishing his partner, not being dominated by her.
“Did I hit the nail on the head?” Tara’s sensual lips curved slightly as she observed Cameron.
Cameron just rolled his eyes at Tara.
“Ha, you’re really something, handsome.” Tara laughed. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “You know, I was really sad when you blocked me on Messenger. How about this? Add me back, and I’ll video call you every night after my shower?”
Cameron almost choked on his saliva at her bold proposition. Even with his composure, he found her too much to handle.
The pharmacy owner coughed a few times after overhearing Tara’s daring words. But he knew Tara well enough to understand her brashness was all talk. Her aversion to men was well–known.
Despite her outgoing appearance, he knew any man who tried to get too close or had ill intentions would learn she was not to be trifled with.
“Miss, do you need the usual prescription for Mr. Smith?” the owner asked, changing the subject.
“Yes, the usual for him,” Tara confirmed.
“Has there been any improvement in your grandfather’s condition?” the pharmacy owner inquired, showing concern.
He and Tara’s grandfather, Dylan Smith, were old friends. They often played chess on Sunday afternoons. It was a shock to learn that her grandfather had late–stage liver cancer six months ago.
“No improvement,” Tara replied as her bright eyes dimmed.
The pharmacy owner sighed deeply.
“I need to go now. I have to prepare the medicine for my grandfather,” Tara said
Her mood turned somber.
“Send my regards to your grandfather,” the owner said.
“Will do,” Tara replied before taking the medicine and leaving.
Cameron watched Tara’s retreating figure. Her usual vibrant demeanor was replaced by gloom.
He thought that her grandfather’s condition must be taking its toll on her. He followed her to the door. “Dr. Smith, wait!”
Tara stopped and turned. Her once playful expression was now devoid of smiles.
“May I ask what illness your grandfather has?” Cameron inquired as he locked his gaze with hers. “Late–stage liver cancer,” Tara responded. Her eyes became clouded with sadness.
In the medical world, there were many incurable diseases, including late–stage cancer. Despite being a surgeon who had saved countless lives, she felt helpless and defeated when it came to her own family.
“Late–stage liver cancer?” Cameron murmured as he frowned slightly.
“Yes.” Tara nodded and took a deep breath. “Cameron, those comments earlier were all in jest. Please don’t take them seriously. I need to get back to the hospital. My grandfather is waiting.”
As she turned to leave, Cameron stopped her again. “Wait!”
“What is it?” Tara looked back. She was puzzled.
Cameron hesitated before speaking. “Dr. Smith, if you don’t mind, could I see your grandfather? Maybe… I might be able to help.”
