“But…” William stared at his trembling hand, pain and panic twisting his face. “I don’t have time.”

If he waited any longer, the injury in his hand might never heal.

Michael Newton’s chest tightened. He thought for a moment, then said, “You said this miracle doctor loves money, right? If money’s the problem, money can fix it.”

William swallowed. “But… I don’t earn much as a doctor.” He hated admitting it, but it was the truth.

As the third son of the Newtons, his allowance from the family was comfortable, but aside from that he only had his modest doctor’s salary. Compared to his brothers, he made the least.

Louis...