Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1123 Slander

Xanthus frowned. "That's impossible. You look like a carbon copy of mom unless you have had cosmetic surgery." Raeleigh wrote helplessly, "I'm sorry, but I can't afford cosmetic surgery."

For Raeleigh, she did not even have the money to fill up her stomach her entire life, let alone plastic surgery.

Xanthus nodded and wrote, "Then, it must be you. It must be."

In the face of Xanthus's determination, Raeleigh could not refute him. She hoped that Xanthus was right too, whether or not he had a hidden purpose or if it meant that he was a bad guy.

Not for herself, but for her child, and also for Jepherson, she hoped so too.

However, there was no evidence at hand, so it was useless to say anything.

"I can only believe it if you have proof." Raeleigh jotted the last few words. Xanthus read it and wrote, "Give me some time. I will find them."

Raeleigh nodded and forced a smile.

She stood up from the chair. She then walked to Scarlette's side and sat down. Looking at her, Raeleigh could not help but to feel a little melancholic.

She did not know what sort of sin she had done in her past life. She grew up rough, and just when things turned around a little and she was able to give Novalie a good life, such a thing happened. It was really unreasonable and messy.

Xanthus tore off the exchange he and Raeleigh had just written, folded the paper, and placed it in his pocket.

Raeleigh looked at him, being the first to initiate a conversation for once. "Since your parents are archaeologists and collectors, how did you end up as a doctor?"

Xanthus tidied up the papers. Then, hearing her question, he turned around and sat down. He also wanted Raeleigh to talk to him at a closer distance, so he was very soft and gentle.

He explained, "My mother's health worsened because of what happened to my sister. I watched her cry in the garden ever since I was a child. Sometimes she also drank, even though she had a low alcohol tolerance. A glass of red wine can get her drunk the entire day. Have you seen the sort who looks utterly miserable after drinking? You don't know how painful that is. My mother is the kind who can't control herself after drinking wine. She was suffering so much that she couldn't control herself and locked herself in the room, crying until her heart was broken. That summer, Mom suddenly collapsed, surrounded by shattered and smashed antique decorations. Something fell on top of her, and she couldn't get up."

"What was terrible was that Mom is a woman who would not shout. She lay crushed on the floor while staring foolishly at the ceiling, with her body bleeding. When my father and I found her, she had lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. My father was so frightened that he carried her to the car and rushed to the hospital, and I followed. After we arrived, she was sent to the emergency room. At first, her breathing stopped, and Dad almost went crazy. He told the doctor in the corridor that he must save her. As long as she could live, my father was willing to do anything."

"At that time, I remember standing at the end of the corridor, staring at my father crying and begging the doctors on his knees."

"I only had one thought. I wanted to be a doctor. Then, when my family gets sick in the future, I can know what's going on. I can save them."

Xanthus laughed. "Isn't that silly?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "It's not. But I can't understand why... if your Mom can't drink and will be in more pain if she drinks, didn't you stop her? If it went on, then her body wouldn't have been able to stand it even if nothing happened."

"Drinking and smoking are ways of coping with depression," Xanthus answered. Raeleigh was stunned by his words. "Depression?"

He nodded. "My Mom suffered severe depression after losing her daughter. The illness was terrible and torturous. Even the best psychiatrists in the world can't cure her."

"My father flew everywhere to meet with multiple psychiatrists. One of them, an old and dying doctor, told him that maybe he could let my mother try smoking and drinking to alleviate some of her pain." "Dad was at his wits' end, so he decided to heed the doctor's advice."

"However, smoking is harmful for her health, and it'll harm her faster than alcohol. Dad finally chose wine."

"I see. It's the first time I've heard of this."

"In truth, Mom is a very sensitive and cheerful woman. If it weren't for my sister, then she is usually talkative."

"But sometimes she misses her, which triggers her to lose all control. Drinking wine was supposed to relieve her depression, but it also brought her another sort of harm."

Xanthus poured Raeleigh a glass of water. "Have some."

Raeleigh held the glass and asked, "Then, how did you become an orthopedic doctor?"

"When I was in college, I studied medicine. My professor suggested that I could start with orthopedics. I knew how to massage, but I am also a surgeon and a neurologist. I had slightly better achievements in orthopedics, and I liked it too, so that explains it."

Raeleigh had nothing else she wanted to know, so she stopped talking. She came to observe that a brother would be very persistent in looking for his sister. Jepherson was like this, and right then Xanthus was the same as well.

Scarlette hadn't woken up yet, which worried her. Then, she asked Xanthus, "When will Scarlette wake up?"

"She's done with her jab and should be awake soon. She looks very anxious. If she can have a good rest, then it will be good for her recovery too. You can come to me daily for the injection, I am available during the day. Also, call me if you need anything. My phone will be switched on at all times. I will send you an address later. If you are interested, then you can come to my place for a look. You're always welcomed."

The sincere look in Xanthus's eyes touched Raeleigh. She knew that Jepherson searched high and low in order to find his sister. If he were telling the truth, then Raeleigh would have reason to believe that Xanthus was not a bad guy.

Before she answered, she heard some people seemed to be talking outside, and one of them appeared to be Flynt.

"Why are you here?" Flynt's voice was very refreshing. Even Raeleigh, who had not heard his voice many times, could remember it. What was more, every time they met, something would happen between them.

Raeleigh fixed her eyes on the door. Xanthus turned around and found that Stuart was talking to Flynt. He thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the door, and took a look. The next minute, Flynt followed in, and so did Stuart.

Raeleigh was sitting there the whole time. Indeed, she had no intention of moving. Besides, if Flynt was here for his own matters, then she would continue to sit there.

It should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Flynt entered the room and glanced at Xanthus, looking quite displeased, especially when he saw Scarlette sleeping soundly.

"Does Dr. Osteen like to give injections to female students alone in the treatment room? Are there such rules in the school system?" Flynt's imposing manner was hidden under his cold eyes, even making Raeleigh's eyelids twitch subconsciously. She felt that he had gone too far.

Obviously, this was directed to provoke Xanthus, but at the same time, it was to slander her. It was no wonder Jepherson that did not allow her to meet Flynt. Indeed, nothing productive would come out of meeting such a person.