Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 73

r 73 The Setup

An old woman appeared at the door, her steps unsteady, but her voice sharp. Four men followed behind, carrying a middle–aged man between them.

Natalie’s heart gave a jolt–she recognized him instantly.

It was Quinton, the man with the allergy who had come in on opening day.

Before Natalie could speak, Atlas stepped forward. “Grandma, please don’t say things like that. We’re professional traditional medicine doctors. How could we possibly be quacks?”

The woman jabbed a finger toward her son. “Then look at my boy! He came here for an allergy, took your medicine for three days, and now he collapses like this. If something happens to him, how am I supposed to live?”

Her black clothes made her look even thinner, her darting eyes full of hostility. Natalie’s brows pinched tight. This performance was almost too obvious.

The men set Quinton down’roughly, glaring daggers at Natalie and Atlas.

Natalie knelt to check him. His allergy had worsened–far worse than when she first saw him.

“He isn’t fainted—he’s in shock,” Natalie said firmly. Her eyes locked onto the old woman’s. “Did he ignore my instructions? Did he eat seafood? I warned him clearly not to.”

The woman slapped her chest dramatically. “My son hasn’t touched seafood! He’s eaten nothing but my oatmeal and the medicine you gave. The problem is your prescription!”

Her words were venom, her gaze sharp with accusation.

Atlas snapped, “This is obviously from eating seafood!”

“I already told you, no! You quacks just don’t want to admit your mistake!” The old woman’s voice rose to a shriek. “I’ll call the police! I’ll sue you!”

Murmurs broke out in the waiting area.

“Could it be true? Maybe they really don’t know what they’re doing…”

“But the medicine worked for me, I felt better!”

“What if the side effects just haven’t shown yet?”

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“Don’t scare me like that, my heart can’t take it…”

The tide of doubt rolled through the room.

Natalie’s gaze swept over the crowd–then snagged on a familiar face. Lucy’s aunt, Marilyn, was standing among them, watching intently.

Natalie’s voice cut through the noise, calm but commanding. “His condition is critical. If we don’t treat him right now, he’ll die.”

“No!” The old woman threw herself over Quinton, wailing. “If you treat him and he dies, then what? I won’t let you touch him again!”

“Grandma, please–move aside!” Atlas tried to pull her off, but she clung stubbornly, her cries echoing.

Natalie’s tone hardened, her presence radiating authority. “If you keep delaying, you will kill him with your own hands.”

Something in her steel gaze,made the old woman falter.

“When he wakes up, I’ll give you an explanation,” Natalie pressed. “But right now, don’t block us.”

At last, the woman stilled.

Natalie snapped her eyes to Atlas. “Get the needles. We need bloodletting, now.”

“On it!” Atlas turned sharply to the men. “Help carry him into the treatment room!”

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