My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 345: Well Done

"No no no, sister-in-law, you are as beautiful as the moon hiding behind the clouds and flowers ashamed to bloom, a fairy descending to the mortal world. Please don’t torture me anymore, just tell me what’s going on."

Leon Rivers wants to hide as far away as possible right now.

Harold Chapman is trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Melody Thorne’s face gradually doesn’t look good, and the clear flowing look in her eyes is turning cold. "You still think I’m particularly scary, otherwise why didn’t you drink the wine I brought?"

Leon Rivers "... Sister-in-law, is there something in your wine? If you want my life, there’s no need to come personally, I can come by myself."

Melody Thorne’s expression turned completely cold. "Will you drink or not?"

Leon Rivers "... I’ll drink, drink, drink, okay?"

Seeing Leon Rivers finally drink the wine she brought, Melody Thorne lightly opened her mouth. "My mom, who is the returned Mrs. Thorne, has amnesia. I want you to cure her in the shortest time possible."

"Pfft" Leon Rivers sprayed a mouthful of wine.

He’s a doctor, that’s true, but he doesn’t treat amnesia. Moreover, no one has ever asked him to treat amnesia. He has no research on the brain.

"Sister-in-law, did you get something wrong?"

Melody Thorne’s cool gaze turned to him. "Don’t you treat gynecological diseases, psychological diseases, and mental illnesses?"

"Pfft" Leon Rivers sprayed another mouthful of wine.

Who on earth spread the rumor that he’s treating gynecological diseases?

That’s absolutely outrageous. The fact is, some wealthy young ladies like him and in order to climb into his bed, they use being sick as an excuse to approach him.

There are all sorts of diseases and bizarre excuses, and gradually his reputation has changed from a famous doctor to a specialist in gynecological and mental disorders,

This is not just any kind of injustice, it’s a huge one.

"What? Is there a problem?" Melody Thorne crossed her arms, looking at him; the smile at the corner of her mouth disappeared.

Leon Rivers "It’s not a problem, but we need to understand the cause of the amnesia to find a way to restore the memory. I haven’t seen Mrs. Thorne, so I’m unsure what her problem is."

Does he dare to say there’s a problem?

"Since it’s not a problem, then I’m counting on you to restore my mom’s memory. I’ll have Finn Thorne conduct an examination and give you the report so you can make sure she recovers as soon as possible."

Leon Rivers "... Sister-in-law, it’s not..."

"Keep the wine to drink. If I don’t see results in half a month, I’ll tell Jared Quinn that you stole his wine. Not only did you steal it, but you also asked me to drink with you."

Leon Rivers "..."

He watched as Melody Thorne walked further and further away.

"Brother, you gotta save me," Leon Rivers placed his hand on Harold Chapman’s shoulder.

Harold Chapman cast a subtle glance at him, brushed off his hand, and spoke thoughtfully, "What’s scary isn’t that you drank the wine, but that you also had company. Take care, brother."

Leon Rivers "Damn."

What is this?

Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

Quinn Group.

Jared Quinn listened as the butler reported things over the phone, occasionally showing a doting smile.

"Well done, but poor Leon Rivers."

"Don’t worry, young master, I’m here. You focus on work; I’ve prepared the soup that the young mistress likes, and she’ll be able to drink it when she returns."

"Alright, let her do whatever she wants. I’ll be back a bit later today," Jared Quinn hung up the phone, squeezing the area between his eyebrows with his slender fingers.