This was a clinic, and he was carrying a bouquet, so he was evidently not here for treatment.

He must be another one of his sister’s suitors. At least he was better-looking than Kent and could serve as eye candy. It was just that his hands were bandaged… and were obviously injured.

“May I know who you’re looking for, mister?” Ivor got up to greet him, a professionally polite smile on his face.

“Hi. May I know if Dr. Sheila Jones lives here?”

Alex appraised Ivor at the same time Ivor was appraising him.

He guessed that Ivor must be Sheila’s relative from the resemblance he bore to her.

Sheila had an older brother, but he was not based in Wiltspoon. She did, however, have a few cousins on her father’s side who were. The youngest of those was still in high school.

“And you are?” Ivor did not immediately answer Alex’s question and instead asked who he was.

Alex smiled as he introduced himself. “I’m Alex York, a patient of Dr. Jones. She saved my hands, and now, I’m almost fully hea