Chapter 136: Chapter 136: A Leisurely Life

"Dylan!"

A woman in a sweater and jeans ran over, hurriedly pulling the little boy to his feet. Seeing he was okay, she quickly thanked Yvonne Sutton.

"It’s nothing. Just keep an eye on him. It’s best not to run around on the subway," Yvonne said, shaking her hand.

"I saw you hit your hand. Is it serious?" the woman asked.

"It’s fine."

Yvonne gave the woman a nod and sat back down in her original seat.

The woman pulled her son to sit across from them, but the child pouted, not wanting to sit with his mom. He stood up and tried to run off again. The woman grabbed him and pushed him back down into the seat.

"You sit here and behave!"

The little boy turned away in a huff, ignoring his mom.

"Dylan, you can’t be like this. Didn’t Mommy tell you? I’ll buy you that robot as soon as I get paid. Just wait a few more days, okay?"

"You were the one who took me to the toy store! You said you’d buy me whichever one I liked. I like that robot, but then you said it was too expensive and wouldn’t buy it for me."

The woman looked mortified, especially when she noticed other people looking over at her.

"Mommy thought a toy would be around a hundred at most. Who knew it would cost a thousand? Mommy really doesn’t have that much money."

"Hmph! You’re always like this! You never keep your promises!"

"Dylan, please don’t be like this. Mommy is really trying her best."

The little boy clapped his hands over his ears, refusing to listen to his mother anymore.

The woman sighed helplessly. Then, as if remembering something, she looked at Yvonne again.

"Are you sure your hand is okay?"

Yvonne shook her head. "It’s really fine."

’It was just a knock. It really hurt at the time, but the pain has already subsided.’

"I’m so sorry. He just suddenly got up and ran. I couldn’t stop him in time."

"Mm."

The woman had a weary look on her face as she rubbed her forehead. She looked to be about Yvonne’s age, but perhaps from frowning so often, two lines had already formed on her forehead, and she had some gray in her hair.

The mother and son must have a difficult life; the woman wore old, faded clothes, and her hands were covered in thick calluses.

When the train reached her stop, Yvonne got off first. As she was going up the escalator, she noticed the mother and son had gotten off too. After leaving the subway station, they continued in the same direction, even turning into the same alleyway.

"You live here too?"

They both asked at almost the exact same time.

The woman smiled. "We just moved here."

Yvonne nodded. ’No wonder I’ve never seen them before.’

She noticed the little boy was a bit out of breath as he walked, his face pale. Combined with his thin, lanky frame, Yvonne guessed he might be sick.

"Uh, that clinic up ahead is mine," she said, pointing forward.

The woman’s eyes widened in realization. "No wonder you looked a little familiar. I’ve probably seen you when I passed by before."

Yvonne smiled at the woman, then walked toward her clinic.

There was another doctor at her clinic now—a man who had quit his job at a large hospital because he couldn’t stand the grueling work. Coming to work as a doctor in her small clinic was, frankly, a waste of his talents.

As she went inside, she saw the woman had stopped in front of her clinic and was peering inside.

"Can I help you with something?" Yvonne asked.

The woman hesitated for a moment, but then shook her head.

"No, no, it’s nothing."

With that, the woman left.

Yvonne shrugged, not thinking much of it. As she entered, she brought a large, bright red pomegranate inside with her.

Stewart Pace was taking an old man’s blood pressure. When the results came in, his brow immediately furrowed.

"Mr. Coleman, have you really been taking your blood pressure medication on time?"

"I have," Mr. Coleman said.

"Sir, lying to your doctor has very serious consequences. You’re gambling with your own life!" Stewart Pace said, his gaze sharpening.

Seeing his expression, Mr. Coleman immediately came clean. "Well, the last few times I checked my blood pressure it was normal, so I thought maybe I could stop for a while. If it stayed stable, then I wouldn’t need to take it anymore."

Stewart Pace took a deep breath. "Your blood pressure is stable *because* you’re taking medication every day. The moment you stop, it will shoot right back up, which is very dangerous. Or would you rather be hospitalized? Do you think our clinic isn’t reliable?"

"I’m not going to the hospital! Where would I get the money for that? My son and daughter don’t give me any," the old man said hurriedly.

Stewart exhaled. "Exactly. So from now on, you must take your blood pressure medication every day. Don’t take any more chances."

After seeing Mr. Coleman out, Stewart rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Yvonne broke off half of the pomegranate and gave it to him. "More than half the patients who come to our clinic are elderly. This is how it is when you get old. Either their memory is poor, they don’t take their illness seriously, or they’re just trying to save money. Wasn’t Mrs. Miller just like that a few days ago? We prescribed her medication, she tried to ration it, and ended up fainting at home yesterday. She was sent to the hospital, and now they’re saying she needs surgery."

"What’s worse is that her daughter came here and called us quacks." Stewart got even angrier thinking about what happened next.

"Mrs. Miller set the record straight. She admitted she was the one who didn’t take her medicine. Didn’t her daughter apologize to us afterward?"

"What good is an apology? The things she called us were so nasty, I nearly had a heart attack from the anger."

Yvonne just smiled and asked if he had eaten lunch yet.

"Not yet. Lunchtime was pretty busy."

"How about I make you a bowl of noodles?"

Stewart’s face lit up immediately. "Thanks, boss!"

It was just the two of them at the clinic, so they took turns cooking.

While they were eating, Stewart asked her if she had rented out her house yet.

Yvonne shook her head. "I didn’t rent it to them."

"Oh? Why not? Was the rent they offered too low?"

"No, the couple has dogs—three big ones. I was afraid they’d tear my house apart," Yvonne said with a laugh.

She hadn’t exactly walked away from her divorce with Wyatt Shaw empty-handed. The villa had been transferred to her name before the marriage, so it wasn’t brought up during the divorce proceedings. She only remembered it afterward. She had wanted to give it back to Wyatt, but he wouldn’t take it.

At the time, she had thought about renting it out. After all, she wasn’t living there, and the rent could cover the property management fees and other costs. But later she found out that the property management for her villa was free for life. She didn’t know why, but she guessed Wyatt must have paid for it all in one lump sum.

After she listed the house for rent, people would call from time to time, but for various reasons, Yvonne never ended up renting to any of them.

"You should probably just stop trying to rent it. It’s not like you need the money," Stewart said.

Yvonne didn’t feel like renting it out anymore either. She had already gone to the agency and taken down the listing.

There weren’t many people in the afternoon, so she let Stewart leave early. She lived on the second floor. When there were no patients, she would water the flowers in the courtyard and drink tea. Life couldn’t be more peaceful.

At night, the clinic’s light was left on. Patients in urgent need of treatment could ring the doorbell.

She went to bed early, read for a little while, and then fell asleep. Her days were all like this—repetitive and simple, but not boring. She was very content with her current life.

After she had fallen sound asleep, she suddenly heard someone outside shouting, "Stop, thief! There’s a thief!"

Hearing the shouts, Yvonne quickly got up, threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs. She tripped as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Flipping on the light, she saw the first floor had been completely ransacked.

Her clinic had been broken into!