SW NOVELS
Chapter 716 Does Drake Still Have A Chance?
Chapter 716 Does Drake Still Have A Chance?
Chapter 716 Does Drake Still Have A Chance?
As he finished speaking, the dean handed over a business card to Sophia. Sophia was stunned for a
moment.
"The best we can do is try to keep Mr. Riley alive, the rest is up to you," said the dean.
"Okay, I understand," Sophia put away the business card in her hand.
She returned to the door of the operating room where Emma and Laura were waiting for her. "What did
the dean say? Is there any hope for Drake?" they asked.
Sophia recounted what she had heard in the dean's office and who she was going to see. "Are you
talking about Brandon Glass?" Emma asked.
Sophia furrowed her brow, "Mom, do you know him?"
Emma looked around and whispered, "Not only do I know him well, he was also my first love."
Sophia thought it was too coincidental. Laura gave Emma a meaningful look while she pondered what
to do next. "You go ahead and see him but don't tell Baron that it's him you're seeing or he will strongly
oppose it," suggested Emma.
Sophia wasn't worried about that; as long as she talked to Baron, he would listen to her. What
concerned her most now was whether Brandon would agree to treat Drake or not.
After knowing Brandon was Emma's first love, Sophia lost confidence in persuading Brandon into
treating Drake.
"Mom, have you ever had any conflicts with Dr. Glass? I mean really big ones!"
Emma sighed helplessly before saying, "Does falling in love with your dad behind his back count?"
Sophia almost fainted on hearing this revelation from her mother-in-law!
"I never thought I'd fall out of love with him... We haven't seen each other since then, so maybe you
should not tell him Drake is my son?" suggested Emma.
"Wait. You and Dr. Glass share the same surname."
Emma said helplessly, "Sophia, you're too sensitive. Yes, Brandon was originally my brother; he was
adopted by my parents and not related to me by blood. Although he has a strange temper, he's really
talented and I gradually became attracted to him. But our relationship was destined not to work out so I
started distancing myself from him until I met your father and ended up where we are today."
When Sophia left, her scalp still tingled.
Was everything predetermined? Was Drake's life meant to be lost?
But they had to try anyway. What if it worked out?
With Paul's help, Sophia drove for four hours before arriving at their destination with Brandon living in
the deep mountains surrounded by trees. His house was built in the center of it all giving off an air of
seclusion and mystery.
A woman who had just returned from gathering herbs looked at them curiously and asked,"Who are
you guys? Are you here looking for my dad?"
Dad?
Sophia turned her head towards the woman who looked about twenty years old with delicate features
that gave off a sense of otherworldliness as if she lived apart from society.
"Your dad is Brandon?" Sophia asked tentatively.
"Yes! You guys really came looking for my dad huh? Oh right! You want him to treat someone. But
please be mentally prepared. He might make things difficult or make an offer."
Sophia didn't care about any of that though; what she cared about most was whether Brandon would
firmly say no when he found out who needed treatment.
"It's okay; can we see your dad now?"
"Sure! Follow me!"
It turned out that Brandon wasn't there yet; they had to go deeper into the forest before finding him. If
not for their modern clothing they could have been mistaken as travelers from ancient times.
On the way there Emmie Glass introduced herself. Surprisingly Sophia who asked,"Is your name
inspired by missing someone?"
The girl looked at her in surprise. "Sis, how did you know? No one who has come here has ever asked
me that question before."
Sophia could tell from the girl's name that Brandon still loved Emma after all these years.
Sophia wanted to go back now.
"Sis, what's wrong with you?"
Emmie looked at her strangely.
Sophia regained her composure. "Nothing, I was just wondering what kind of woman could make Dr.
Glass remember her for so long."
Emmie thought carefully. "I don't know either. Every time my dad talks about it, I'm curious too, but
when I ask him further, he just yells at me and eventually I stop asking."
Sophia deliberately asked, "Your name is Emmie. How about your mother? Why doesn't he want you to
know what she looks like?"
"I'm not his biological daughter and few people knows this," Emmie said.
Sophia had gotten all the information she wanted out of Emmie and followed her inside.
When they arrived, Sophia saw Brandon squatting on the ground, seemingly drying herbs.
Without even turning his head, he asked, "Who's here, Emmie?"
Emmie glanced at Sophia; both Paul and Sophia stayed put while Emmie walked a few steps forward.
"Dad, someone came looking for you to treat their illness."
"No! I'm not in the mood today!" Brandon refused without hesitation.
Emmie gave a helpless look towards Sophia; she didn't know why but she really liked this lady so she
said a few words more than usual.
"Dad, they came from far away just to find you. Please help them out!"
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Sophia was surprised; Brandon hadn't even bothered looking their way, yet he already knew there
wasn't any patient with them – he was truly an extraordinary man!
"Wait a minute," He continued speaking without turning around, "Emmie, I've never heard you say so
much for anyone else. Tell me, what did they give you?"
Emmie explained, "They didn't give me anything! It's just that this lady guessed my name as being
related to your missing someone."
Brandon turned around then...
The moment when Sophia locked eyes with him, she was stunned – Despite soaking himself in
traditional medicine for years, he still looked young... even younger than Baron.
"It's you!"
Sophia froze for a moment at Brandon's words.
"Mr. Glass, do you know me?"
"Leave. I won't treat any of you, even if you're dying. Don't ever come to my place again!" After saying
that, Brandon started to kick them out.