Chapter 8 - The Doctor's Visit
The next morning, Dr. Alan Vance—no relation to the infamous Texas fertility doctor, but a trusted family physician for the Ashfords—arrived for a follow-up examination.
He checked Holland’s reflexes, listened to his heartbeat, and asked gentle questions about his appetite and sleep patterns.
“He’s physically recovering remarkably well, Damian,” Dr. Vance reported downstairs in the grand foyer.
“Mentally, however, we are looking at significant PTSD. He needs specialized counseling immediately.”
Damian nodded grimly, signing the medical authorization forms on the marble console table.
“Whatever it takes, Dr. Vance,” Damian said firmly. “I want him evaluated by the best child psychologists in the country.”
Celeste stood nearby, listening intently while adjusting the gold bracelets on her wrist.
“I can handle booking the appointments through my private network,” Celeste offered sweetly.
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“No,” Damian interrupted, his tone uncharacteristically sharp. “I will choose the specialists myself this time.”
Celeste’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before returning to its polished perfection.
