"Hello, Mr. Jennings," said Avery, greeting Dean.

"Miss Tate, your reputation precedes you. I finally get to meet you." Dean sat opposite her. "I asked you out today because I have a favor to ask of you."

"Do tell me."

"My eldest son, Bobby, had a car crash half a year ago. He hurt his brain. I found many specialists, but no one could cure him. Someone recommended you to me. I had wanted to contact you, but by then, you had already returned to Aryadelle."

At that, Avery nodded. "Did you bring your son's medical records? I have to go through his records so I can answer your questions. I can't cure all brain illnesses."

Dean never thought that Avery would be so friendly and accommodating. He immediately got his assistant to pass Avery Bobby's medical records.

Avery accepted the medical records and asked, "Is your son at home or in the hospital right now?"

"At home. If he goes to the hospital, he will receive the most basic care at most."

"Hmm." Avery took out Bobby's brain scan f