The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

He met Professor Sean Sophia sat anxiously on the edge of her sofa, her mind consumed with worry and concern for the young man sitting across from her.

She watched as tears filled his eyes and his voice faltered as he described the desperate circumstances surrounding his sick grandfather.

"I can't believe it," the young man, named Adam, choked out between sobs. "They said there's no chance, that Grandpa won't survive. It's like they've given up on him." There are other large families in Starry besides the three largest families — the Malfoy, Santiago, and Scavo families — but they are not as well-known as the aforementioned three, I

The Swinton family, the Woods Family, and many other families fall into this category. Adam's family, the I Windsor Family also belongs to the category.

The Windsor Family is solely based on jewelry and anything pertaining to the fashion world. Adam is also a fashion designer and also Sophia's close friend.

Sophia reached out and placed a gentle hand on Adam's trembling shoulder.

"Adam, I understand how difficult this must be for you and your family. But sometimes, in moments of despair, we must gather our strength and search for alternative options. We can't let go without giving it our all. Just because the doctors said he can't make it doesn't mean we can't try other ways."

Adam sniffled, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "But what more can we do, Sophia? Everyone has lost hope. It feels like we're trapped in this cycle of pain and sadness. They are even urging the old man to write his will. It's only I and Arya that are trying to hold things." Sophia took a deep breath, contemplating her next words carefully. She knew that what she was about to suggest would be met with skepticism, but it was a risk she had to take. "Adam, I think I can introduce you to someone. I know you don't judge but I think he can help." Adam's eyes widened with surprise.

"Do you really think he can help us?" Sophia nodded firmly. "Yes, Adam. It

won't hurt to at least try, right? We owe it to your grandfather to exhaust every possibility." Adam flickered hope in his eyes and his initial reluctance started to fade.

"Alright, let's give it a shot. But how do we reach this person? Do you have his contact information?" Sophia smiled softly. "Yes, I have his contact information. Let me call him right away." Sophia dialed Jeff's number. After a few rings, Jeff's deep youthful voice echoed through the phone.

"Hello, Jeff. How are you? Sophia speaking. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have an urgent request for help. It seems like I will be indebted to you again."

Jeff's voice held a calm reassurance.

"Aunty Sophia. Hi! Tell me, what can I do for you?" 3 Sophia explained the dire situation Adam's grandfather was facing, her voice filled with a mixture of urgency and hope. "We need your help, Jeff. Can you help us?" Jeff was silent for a moment, processing the gravity of the situation.

Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with determination. "Aunty Sophia, I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do my best to assist. Time is of the essence. Can you send me the address? I can make it tomorrow." Sophia's eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Jeff. You have no idea what this means to me. We'll see you first thing tomorrow."

As she hung up the phone, she turned to Adam, "Adam, we have a chance." = "Thank you, Sophia." "Who is that? Is that your friend?" Old Master Malfoy asked Jeff who placed his phone on the table.

His eyes were fixed on the Old Man. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"My friend's relative. She needs my help." The Old Man sighed and asked Jeff once more. "Why did you decide to change your course to traditional medicine? Traditional medicine is really not in use anymore." "Tjust feel like traditional medicine is my calling" Jeff answered. "It feels like part of me which I can't really

ignore." The Old Man cast a suspicious glance at Jeff. "Part of you? Do you see anything perhaps or... Never mind." Jeff simply grinned and remained silent. He has validated his hunches.

With his casual attire sticking out among the sea of white coats and scrubs, Jeff entered the busy hospital.

He glanced around, searching for the VIP room mentioned by Sophia. As he made his way through the corridor, he couldn't help but notice the hushed conversations and concerned faces of the family members gathered there.

Entering the room, Jeff found himself

surrounded by a group of people who were engrossed in conversation.

Disregarding their idle talk, Jeff composedly identified himself as the physician they had been waiting for.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards him. Confusion and disbelief lingered in the air.

The family members exchanged quick glances, their faces conveying a mixture of humor and skepticism. A woman with greying hair and furrowed brows spoke up, her tone laced with doubt.

"Doctor? Are you sure? You seem rather young and, forgive me, a bit skinny for a doctor," she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

Jeff answered with a hint of sarcasm,

but he kept his cool and showed his indifference. "Well, appearances can be deceiving, ma'am. Someone named Adam asked me to come. I have a lot of things to do today, and coming here is not at the top of my list." "You are the doctor?" With a look of surprise and worry in his eyes, Adam questioned. "Sophia didn't tell me you would be this young... I mean are you..." A man laughed and gave Jeff a slightly mocking glance. "So, what's your specialty, kid? You must not have seen much of the world up to this point.

Jeff smiled subtly, finding his skepticism amusing. "I specialize in a little bit of everything, sir. Consider me ajack-of-all-trades when it comes to medicine."

As Jeff's words sank in, the room was filled with whispers and sidelong glances. - "We are not here to play Young Man," The Woman with grey hair said. "You better leave." Jeff looked over at the bed that the ill man was lying in. The elderly man had a familiar appearance, and Jeff identified him as the same old man he had treated two days prior.

"Where is the young miss?" His gaze flitted around the family member as he abruptly asked.

"Adam! I already said I invited a doctor but you insisted on bringing a simp here! What the hell is wrong with you and your sister? Or are you the Old Man's only kin?" With angry, flaming eyes, a man spoke harshly.

"Arya added that she was searching for a young person, blah blah blah. We will take matters into our own hands.

Adam, you are free to go with your sister." Adam suddenly went silent, fidgeting with his fingers. He gave Jeff a quick glance as though he needed assistance.

Jeff stated, "I think I might be able to cure the Old Man," after noticing Adam's beseeching stare.

"Young man, there is no cure for his illness! We can only maintain it.

Several doctors have said this! Who do you think you are?!" Just then, the door to the room opened and a man dressed in a suit came in.

Jeff and the individual exchanged startled looks as their eyes met.

"Thank God, you are here Professor!" The Man shouting earlier uttered.

"Jeff, what are you doing here?" The professor was completely surprised to see him here.

With a casual reply, "I am here to treat a patient," Jeff met Professor Sean's dark eyes.