"You said you wanted to find evidence, but how are you going to do that? Are you going to ask a regular doctor to prove that Fiona is faking her illness?
Joshua will never believe that!"
Luna curled her lips into a smirk. "Since Fiona could get Dr. Robert to issue a fake medical certificate, then I'll let him issue a real one."
Christian paused when he heard this. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I'm going to obtain Fiona’s medical report, cover up her name, and let this world-renowned physician diagnose her all over again.”
Christian fell into silence upon hearing this. Then, after a moment, he finally replied, "I don't think your plan will work, but...I guess it's better than not trying a t all."
He let out a sigh and said, "I'll pick you up now, and we'll go for a car ride."
"Alright. I'll be waiting for you."
As soon as she hung up the phone, Luna let out an exhale and strode upstairs to get changed.
Outside Blue Bay Villa, a black Masevati was parked i n a corner.
The man in the driver's seat watched as Luna
ascended the stairs and let out a deep sigh.
He had been sitting here after dinner, and that was for about six hours.
Joshua knew how important the children were to Luna, yet at the same time, he could not ignore the bruises and wounds on Nigel’s body.
Even though Nigel had tried to deny his previous claims of Luna's mental instability and domestic violence, Joshua still decided that the children were better off staying with him instead of Luna for the time being.
He had been watching Luna pace the living room for the whole night. She would walk around the room at times, and sometimes, she would sit down for a short while. Either way, she looked lonely and in despair, so much so that Joshua could not help feeling bad for her.
He had already arranged for Dr. Robert Jenson, the world-renowned physician who had diagnosed Fiona’s disease, to fly in and assess Luna's mental state. The doctor and his team would arrive in Banyan City in two days. 1
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