chapter1066

Standing next to Mr. Lowe was a woman with puffy red eyes, dressed in a crisp housekeeper's uniform. She looked to be in her forties or fifties, but she'd clearly taken good care of herself. No wonder she'd managed to win over Mr. Lowe.

"Sir, please, Tracysaid gently. "All I want is to stay by your side. There's no need to make things hard for your son and daughter-in-law."

But her words only made Mr. Lowe more stubborn. He grabbed her hand and said, "Tracy, don't worry. You're with me now, so I'll take responsibility. We're definitely getting married."

Everyone else just stared, completely at a loss.

Lincoln looked up at the ceiling and started smacking his own forehead, over and over. Seriously, he was at his limit.

Lydia walked in, carrying her medical kit. Before she could get close, Mr. Lowe shot her a glare. Who told you to come over? Go away. I'm perfectly fine. I don't need a doctor."

Lydia arched an eyebrow. "Let me just check your pulse. See how strong you are. If you need it, I'll write you something to help build you up. You're getting married, right? If you want to keep your new wife happy, you'd better make sure your health is up to it."

The whole room went silent.

Lincoln's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe Lydia actually said that.

Both Mr. Lowe and Tracy were stunned, shocked that someone so young could be so direct.

Lydia set her kit on the table next to Mr. Lowe. He huffed, "I know my own body, thank you very much."

He glanced at Tracy. "And Tracy knows it too."

Tracy's cheeks turned bright red as she lowered her head.

Everyone else just stood there, speechless. Seriously, what was happening?

Lydia shrugged. But what if nobody else believes you? I'm a doctor. If I check your pulse and tell everyone you're fine, they'll stop worrying. No more fussing about doctors."

Mr. Lowe seemed to be thinking it over.

Lydia went on. "It's a good chance to prove you're perfectly healthy."

Christine stepped in, trying to help. "She's right, Dad. Only a doctor can really say. Just let her check. It's only your pulse."

Mr. Lowe still didn't say anything.

Lydia glanced at Tracy. "Tracy, you still want to get married, don't you? Aren't you the least bit curious about how he's really doing?"

Everyone else was urging Mr. Lowe to get checked, but Tracy hadn't said a word. That was a little suspicious.

Being singled out, Tracy quickly forced a smile and said, "Of course I don't want anything to be wrong with him."

She turned to Mr. Lowe. "Sir, why not let this young lady take a look? It's just a pulse check, no big deal."

Finally, Mr. Lowe gave in. "Since you're saying so, fine, let her check."

Everyone in the room relaxed, but they couldn't help noticing how much sway Tracy had over him now. Some of them even wondered if she'd slipped him something.

Lydia took out a small pillow and had Mr. Lowe put his arm on it. He actually cooperated this time.

As soon as she touched his wrist,

Lydia's eyebrows shot up. She hadn't expected Me Lowe to be robust. For a man in his seventies, his putse was almost too strong. On top of that, everything else seemed perfectly normal.

Lydia stayed quiet, still holding his wrist.

Mr. Lowe got impatient. Are you done yet? I told you I'm in great shape."

Lydia let go and asked him to give her his other hand. But Mr. Lowe pulled back. "I'm wearing a watch on this wrist. It's not convenient Didn't you already check my pulse?"