When Leslie said that, Broderick just stared at her, unmoving.
Leslie touched her own face and raised a brow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Then it hit her. "Wait, don't tell me-you think I messed with the test? Come on, you sent it in yourself. I didn't touch a thing. Fine, let's go check it out together if you still don't believe me."
At the hospital, Derek Turner handed the results to Broderick himself.
Broderick took them calmly. "Thanks."
Derek shifted his gaze to Leslie.
He looked about the same age as Broderick.
Leslie recognized him. Derek, third son of the Turner family, a genius in the medical field.
Just twenty-three and already a top dog in surgery here.
"Broderick, this your pretty little wife?" he asked, clearly intrigued.
Broderick su
