Chapter 175: The Doctor Next Door
The table fell into solemn silence, which was only broken due to the knock on the front door. Dimitri opened it to reveal a man with long brown hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a cat print jacket and wheeling a suitcase.
Amelia stared, boggled. At such an early hour, the bright yellow of his jacket seemed to burn her irises. Was this a new visitor that got lost?
"Dimitri, where is the patient?" the man asked, peering past him to look. "What’s the emergency?"
This was the doctor? Suddenly, Amelia felt like she should haul her father to the hospital, objections be damned. Her father also seemed hesitant. Maybe this was Dimitri’s plot all along, to convince her father he needed to seek professional treatment by getting someone so blatantly strange to take a look at him.
If it worked, Dimitri was a genius and she would never doubt his plans.
"Your socks are mismatched," Dimitri replied instead, and he stepped aside to let him in.
That man walked in as though he owned the house, familiarity radiating with every gesture. He strode into the kitchen and washed his hands, helping himself to the paper towels while Dimitri trailed behind him and introduced his guests.
"This is your patient, Michael Kentwood, and that is his daughter, Amelia Kentwood Hawthorne. I trust that confidentiality is still a priority for you?"
"Who do you think I am?" The man complained, before offering his hand out for her father and her to shake with a smile. He didn’t even twitch at Amelia’s real identity. "Pleasure to meet the both of you. I’m Isaac. Resident GP, and I have five years of being a doctor working for the A&E. That’s a nasty bruise you got there, Mr. Kentwood. Would you mind letting me know how it happened?"