No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 277

Claudia had no idea what he was talking about and hung up.

A few minutes later, outside the master bedroom on the second floor of Grant Manor, Claudia exchanged a look with Dr. Jesse, who had accompanied her, and they mustered their courage to enter.

Claudia cautiously observed the man in the wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was Cyrus. He wore black trousers and a deep V-neck suit jacket in a dark red over a black shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a hint of his lean chest muscles.

His features were sharp and defined, his expression cold, his eyes dangerous. A small red mole just below the corner of his left eye added a sinister, dampening touch to his rebellious nature. If one had to describe him in a single phrase, it would be: wild personality, wild physique, and wild gaze.

Cyrus's dangerous eyes settled on Claudia. "You're York's wife?"

His voice was a deep, smoky baritone—rich like strong tea, rumbling right through the chest.

"Mr. Cyrus," Claudia corrected, "my name is Claudia Watkins, and I am your attending physician."

Cyrus raised a hand. His trusted aide, Oliver, turned the wheelchair around so Cyrus's back was to them.

"I don't need the Fergusons treating me," Cyrus said. "Get out."

Claudia and Dr. Jesse exchanged a glance.

After a brief hesitation, Claudia said, "Mr. Cyrus, York and I are in the middle of a divorce. I am not a Ferguson."

The wheelchair slowly turned, and Cyrus's gaze landed on Claudia once more.

Claudia spoke frankly. "York wronged me. He found another woman and even has a son with her. I'm actually hoping to help you recover as quickly as possible so you can help me settle this score."

Cyrus gave a low, almost careless chuckle, yet it carried a magnetic, unnerving weight.

Sensing the hostility in Cyrus dissipate, Claudia took a bold step forward and knelt gracefully beside his legs.

She looked up at him. "Mr. Cyrus, from now on, Dr. Jesse and I will come here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon."

Cyrus looked down at Claudia and nodded.

"We'll review your current medications and start with twenty minutes of psychotherapy," she explained. "Then we'll incorporate massage, sound therapy, and dietary adjustments. Our goal is to minimize your reliance on medication, and we hope you'll cooperate fully."

They held each other's gaze at close range. Cyrus nodded again.

Claudia let out a quiet sigh of relief.

By the time she and Dr. Jesse left Grant Manor, it was almost nine o'clock. As a grown man, Jesse felt increasingly awkward having a woman drive him home several days in a row.