Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 

Pearl was in stunned surprise. “A month?” 

“Hmph! I doubt you can do it. If Blake doesn’t show signs of improvement in that time, how can you claim to cure him?” Emma scoffed, her skepticism evident. 

“A month is too long, and by then, his injuries will be almost healed. Just give me two weeks,’ Pearl explained calmly. 

Emma had planned to expose Pearl’s incompetence, but she found herself gaping in surprise. Two weeks? Are you kidding me? Are you sure you won’t run away?” 

“If I wanted to run, I would have done so when he got hurt,” Pearl retorted, displeased with how Emma treated her. 

“I’m sure a young woman like you doesn’t know how to cure people. While you’re exceptional, don’t bite off more than you could chew. We should negotiate with a qualified doctor,” Ezra chimed in, also doubting Pearl’s abilities. “I’ve already contacted a top-notch doctor, and he’ll come to treat Blake once we’re finished with the negotiation.” 

“What doctor?” Pearl wondered if the doctor was as good as her. She had yet to show her skills. 

Ezra deliberately revealed Simon’s full name, assuming that Pearl might not know of him. ” His name is Simon Freeman.” 

It was Simon again. 

Calmly, Pearl said, “It’s been seven months since Simon’s out to save people. I’m sure he’ll never come here to save Blake.” Simon wouldn’t come unless Pearl specifically requested his help. 

“I’ll bring him here no matter the cost,” Ezra declared, showing his willingness to spare no expense for the sake of his beloved grandson. 

Amused, Pearl suggested, “Why don’t you call him and ask if he’s willing to come or not?” 

Her eagerness pushed Ezra to call Simon and put it on speaker mode to avoid being embarrassed in front of so many people. 

“Hello, is it Mister Simon?” Ezra sounded extremely polite. 

‘Alas, you promised not to withdraw a move. What are you doing, Simon?” Simon’s place sounded a little noisy as if he was arguing with someone. 

Simon asked loudly, “Yes, speaking. May I know why you’re calling?” 

Ezra felt somewhat awkward but maintained his politeness. “I’m Ezra Jordan. I would like to extend an invitation for you to treat my grandson. Could you spare the time?” 

“No, I’m busy, and I’m currently abroad. I’m afraid I can’t treat your son,” Simon promptly declined. 

“Just name your price. I’m willing to pay any amount,” Ezra persisted. 

“It’s not about the money… Knight! I have more than I can spend, and I don’t particularly care for wealth. While it’s impressive that you managed to get my number, I’ve retired from the 

profession for a while now and have no desire to return to it.”