Chapter 231
Farrah was very sensitive about her arms. She immediately sensed Avery’s gaze and subconsciously shrank slightly while tilting her body. A towering anger and hatred appeared on her face. However, instantly realizing she had lost her composure, she regained it in a second and revealed a forced and stiff smile. "Dr. Annie, you are indeed a top doctor. You can tell at a glance that my arms are disabled." Avery nodded slightly in greeting. "Ms. Johnson, may I know why you want to see me?"
Alexander was standing there, so Avery did not want to call Farrah "Mrs. Moran."
Farrah did not care how Avery addressed her. She slowly took a few steps forward and said sincerely, "A doctor is benevolent. I want you to take a look at my hands to see if there’s any chance of curing them. As long as you can cure my hands or improve the condition, I will reward you handsomely," she spoke.
Farrah did not even glance at Alexander.
Avery looked at Alexander, who stood there with his expression unchanged. Avery pondered for a few seconds. "Fine, let me take a look."
Farrah’s eyes flashed with hope. "Thank you."
Avery walked up to Farrah. "Please take off your shawl and let me examine your hands."
Farrah gave the maid beside her a look. The maid came up behind her and carefully removed her shawl.
Farrah was wearing a sleeveless short skirt. Her two smooth and slender arms, which were like works of art, hung weakly at her sides, looking strangely lifeless.