“Yes!” Dr. Larson continued, “Although Leilani Sloan’s treatment methods are a bit unconventional, the data doesn’t lie. Ms. Sherwood’s seizure frequency has decreased significantly, and her sleep quality has improved. In that case, Ms. Sloan’s skills are truly superb. If she comes to treat Ms. Sherwood again, could I possibly observe on-site?”
Dr. Larson sounded thrilled. As Yvonne’s attending physician for four years, the prospect of his patient recovering naturally delighted him. More than that, he felt a deep professional admiration for Leilani’s skills.
Hearing Leilani’s name, Milford instinctively glanced at Tamara, who was sitting across from him. His expression stiffened slightly.
He hadn’t told Tamara that Leilani was treating Yvonne. Originally, he just hadn’t wanted to worry Tamara or add to her stress, but now that she was finding out this way, it was bound to cause a misunderstanding. He could only hope Tamara hadn’t heard Dr. Larson clearly.
Unfortunately, Tamara had heard every word. Leilani is treating Yvonne? And Yvonne might actually recover? Does that mean the truth about her being the one who pushed Yvonne down the stairs could be exposed to the Sherwoods?
Realizing this, Tamara froze, her hand stilling on her wine glass. But a second later, she lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.
Milford paused for a moment, trying to sound casual as he responded to Dr. Larson’s excitement. “Alright. If she comes again, I’ll let you know.”
After hanging up, Milford looked at Tamara hesitantly. He didn’t know if he should explain the conversation. But Tamara was cutting her steak with her head down, looking perfectly normal.

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