My Substitute Wife Is a Bigwig (Lily Brooks and Loid Laurier)

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Daniel informed the Weisses of their visit and drove straight there.

After ending the call, Layton quickly instructed the maids to make preparations and personally went to the gate to greet them.

Half an hour later, a car stopped outside Weiss Residence. Layton hurried over and greeted respectfully, "Mr. Laurier, Ms. Brooks."

Loid nodded slightly while Lily seemed somewhat impatient as she said coldly, "Take me to see Mr. Weiss Senior first."

"Of course."

Layton didn't say much more and led them inside.

After taking a few steps, Lily suddenly stopped and turned to look at Loid. "Wait for me outside."

Loid cast her an unreadable glance. After a moment of silence, he nodded. "Alright."

"Mr. Laurier, I've made you some coffee in the front hall. You may wait there." Layton gestured for someone to escort Loid to the front hall while he took Lily to Qillian's room.

Weiss Residence wasn't a villa but rather an old-style mansion with a spacious courtyard. Qillian lived in a more secluded part of the estate, where the surroundings were serene and elegant.

Soon, they arrived. Layton knocked on the door and respectfully said, "Dad, Ms. Brooks is here."

"Let her in," came the response from inside. Layton then led Lily into the room.

An elderly man lay on the bed, his hair gray and his face pale. He looked quite sickly. Raising his hand slightly, he pointed to a nearby chair. "Ms. Brooks, I apologize for not being able to sit up and greet you due to my health. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Lily nodded and sat opposite Qillian, who then waved his hand at Layton, signaling him to leave.

Once Layton was gone, Lily looked up at Qillian. After a long silence, she said softly, "You're dying." Qillian chuckled. "Yes, I have about a month left."

Lily looked away and said nothing.

"How is Michael?" Qillian sat up and leaned against the headboard. His voice was weak.

"I don't know," Lily replied, her voice flat and devoid of warmth.

Qillian sighed softly. "It's been over 40 years since we last saw each other. Michael was a genius in medicine and a miracle doctor back then. He saved countless lives, but after that incident, he became disillusioned with the world and decided to live in seclusion."

He looked out the window and uttered with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I still remember the last thing he said before he left. He swore never to treat another person in this life and vowed that if he could turn back time, he would've never started practicing medicine."

Lily listened quietly without interrupting.

"So many years have passed without any news of him. I thought he might have already..." Qillian turned to Lily.

"The night before the auction, I had a dream about him. I had a feeling he might show up at the auction. The Stargaza was his creation. When he went into seclusion, he destroyed all of them except for two. He gave one to me and kept the other one for himself."