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Chapter 863
Two figures emerged from the lounge. They were Sophia’s assistant and a maid. Alyssa hurriedly hid
behind the pillar with Julien and peeked at them.
The maid grumbled in a hushed voice, “What’s wrong with Madam Sophia? She’s been acting weird
lately.”
“Right? She was fine when she arrived. But she suddenly felt cold and asked for a jacket. When I
handed
it to her, she scolded me for giving her a thick jacket because she felt hot,” the assistant said, looking
grumpy.
“That’s not all. She’s been alternating between feeling cold and hot, and her appetite has increased!”
the
maid added.
She then checked her surroundings before cautiously whispering, “Once, I found her in the kitchen by
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fridge past midnight, shoving cake in her face!”
“That’s impossible! She doesn’t take desserts to maintain her figure.”
“God knows? She kept stuffing her mouth with cake. I was so terrified to see that.”
Alyssa and Julien overheard the conversation and frowned at the same time.
The maid inched closer to the assistant and lowered her voice, “Say, is Madam Sophia having an
affair?”
The assistant, looking petrified, poked the maid and warned, “Hold your tongue if you want to be safe.
We
are childhood friends, so it’s fine to tell me, but you can’t let anyone else know about it! Got it?”
“Fine. Is she having an affair, though?” the maid pressed on, undeterred.
“I don’t know the details, but I do know she often goes to the plastic surgery clinic for touch-ups. She’s
been close to the young doctor, but you can’t claim she’s having an affair from that.”
The two women disappeared after walking through a door.
Alyssa, who overheard the conversation, fell into deep thought. Julien rubbed his chin in frustration and
said, “Hmm… Sounds weird.”
“You think so too?”
“Eating disorders, fluctuations in body temperature, and mood swings-these sound like symptoms of a
drug addict in recovery,” Julien suggested.
Snickering, Alyssa made a call with her back to Julien.
Soon, a man picked up, sounding polite. “Ms. Alyssa, you finally reached out to me.”
“Yes, Tristan. It’s been a while. How are you doing?” she greeted him and initiated small talk.
“Thanks to you, my clinic is doing well. I’m fine.”
Tristan McAllister was an excellent plastic surgeon raised in a poor family. He was accepted to the
University of Solana as a top student. Due to his family’s financial situation, he nearly gave up on his
studies after his father passed away early and his mother fell ill.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWinston created an education fund with the university and named it after Alyssa. Alyssa picked Tristan
among the many applicants as a beneficiary.
Their relationship was beyond a benefactor and a beneficiary. Over the years, even if Alyssa might not
have met him often, she kept in touch with him, keeping herself updated about his studies and life.
Despite coming from the distinguished Taylor family, Alyssa did not look down on Tristan at all.
Whenever he mustered up the courage to email her, she would reply within three days.
To Tristan, Alyssa was more than a benefactor. Alyssa was a ray of light in his dark and hopeless life. If
she needed help, he would be willing to lend a hand. He’d do anything for her.
“Tristan, I have a question. Did Sophia Kirkman get her injections from your clinic lately?” Alyssa
inquired
in a low voice.
“Yes. She will visit us weekly. She started off getting one injection per week, but she has increased the
frequency to thrice per week,” Tristan answered with a smirk. “As she increases the dosage, the side
effects will be amplified as well. If my guess is correct, she must be suffering from eating disorders,
feeling cold all over, insomnia, and nightmares.”
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