Chapter 452

The river breeze was chilly under the autumn night sky. Hanson Bentley looked up at the tall figure beside him and let out a dry chuckle. “Dr. Norton, if I could figure it out myself, why would I waste time dragging you into this? You think I’m that bored?” The doctor on the boat wasn’t just anyone—it was Christopher Norton, eldest son of the Hamilton family and Emanuel Hamilton’s brother. The Hamiltons had been doctors for generations, and that path came naturally to Christopher too. It’s just that in terms of skill, he was no match for his younger brother. So, understandably, his position at the hospital didn’t measure up to that medical maniac of a sibling. Still, even if a Hamilton couldn’t outshine his own flesh and blood, out in the real world they could still hold their own. In all of Jadewick, the only young doctor Hanson held in any regard probably came from that family. Christopher stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, wearing that lazy, sarcastic smile. “If I’m not mistaken