Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Amos looked at Mable from behind and was dumbfounded for a long time.

"Master Blair, was that... Ms. Jefferson? When did she become so amazing? A medical professor at such a young age? Is she a genius?!"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Blair smiled proudly. "As expected of my wife."

Amos was speechless.

'Master Blair, have you forgotten that you're divorced?'

In the dean's office.

Zachary looked at Blair's various test reports with a frown on his face.

"Master Blair, have you been working too much lately and are under too much pressure? Quite a few of the numbers on your reports are on the high side. How's your sleep and appetite lately?"

Blair pinched the spot between his eyebrows. "My appetite is fine, but I've been a little... insomniac."

He hardly had insomnia in the past. However, when Mable ran away to Ashdale, he did not sleep for three days just to look for her.

Since then, he began to suffer from insomnia.

Zachary asked again after some thought, "What about your mental state? Do you tend to wander off or go into a trance?"

"No."

Zachary was relieved. "That's good. Master Blair, although your family's genetic disease usually strikes after the age of 40, special circumstances can't be ruled out.

"So, you need to maintain a good work-life balance and keep yourself in a healthy mental state. Make sure you also get enough sleep every day.

"I'll prescribe you medicine to help with your sleep. Be sure to come back for a follow-up."

Blair nodded.

The Fowlers had a history of hereditary mental illness. It was only inherited by males, and generally, only the firstborn would inherit it.

Blair's dad, grandpa, and himself were all the eldest sons of the family. As soon as they were born, they inherited the illness.

While the illness would not kill them, after it attacked, their mental state would become extremely poor. They would also become easily irritable, moody, and even... Do radical things.

After taking his medicine, Blair did not leave the hospital but waited for Mable outside the operating room.

Inside the operating room.

"The patient has been placed under general anesthesia.

"Intubation is complete."

"Blood pressure 110, heart rate 70."

"Ready, scalpel."

"Hemostat."

The surgery went on for five hours and was finally completed.

After the last stitch, Mable exhaled and left the rest to Ethan.

She noted some precautions before leaving the operating room through another exit.

Mable saw Blair standing outside as soon as she walked out.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you."

Blair opened a bottle of water and handed it to her.

Mable took it and drank half of it in one go.

"Are you free tonight? Solomon organized something. Let's have dinner together."

"I'm not going!"

Mable handed him the bottle and walked toward her office.

She was exhausted and just wanted to go home and rest.

Blair knew she was tired and did not force her. He planned to message Solomon later, telling him that they would not be joining.

Mable changed out of her surgical gown and took out her phone to look at the time. She saw that Lucy had sent her a message two hours ago.

She read it and raised her eyebrow.

'She's fast.'

Mable replied to Lucy after some thought.

Then, she took her bag and walked out of the office.

"Who's going to be there?" Mable asked Blair, who was waiting for her outside.

Blair answered, "Just him, Tracey, and Kyle."

Mable was secretly delighted. 'Kyle is going too. Even God is helping me.'

She touched her nose and said, "I suddenly feel like going now."

Blair raised his eyebrow. It seemed what he read on the internet was right-women were unpredictable.

An hour later, Nox Club.

On the top floor, in a private room.