William’s voice cut through the room, calm but firm. “Don’t just stand there, Mrs. Austin. Please step outside. I can’t examine the patient while you’re here.”
Startled, Mrs. Austin snapped back to attention. She nodded quickly. “Of course… Please, do a thorough checkup for my son. Make sure you find out if he’s really sick.”
“I understand,” William replied with a steady nod.
His face remained impassive, betraying no emotion. He’d clearly grown used to scenes like this.
Mrs. Austin pressed a trembling hand to her face and left the room. For the sake of her son’s health, she’d swallow her pride—at least for now.
After all, a doctor had the duty to protect a patient’s privacy. But if the story ever got out that her son was seeing a specialist for such a personal issue, she’d know exactly who to blame—and she’d make William pay for it.
With the door closed behind her, Dylan was left standing alone in the exam room.
He stood there, coldly eyeing William.
It still caught him off guard—William was none other than the famous Dr. Leo. Years ago, when Dylan was overseas, he’d seen a specialist named Felix. Felix had diagnosed him with infertility and said that if Dylan ever wanted treatment, only one man could help: Dr. Leo. Felix had even handed him Leo’s number.
But Dylan had never called Dr. Leo. In fact, he’d given up on any further treatment.
Now, he found himself sharing his mother’s dread. If William knew the truth about his condition, did that mean the whole Thomson family already knew he was sick?
William met his gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, brother-in-law. Since you’re here, you might as well get checked. Lie down, please.”
He nodded toward the bed behind the privacy curtain.
Dylan’s expression darkened.
Technically, he was older than William, but being called “brother-in-law” by him sounded all kinds of wrong.

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