Serena Sutton suddenly remembered, they did indeed help fundraise for a child named Amy. But she hadn't expected that Caleb Lockwood was actually Amy's attending doctor, and he helped her too.
She suddenly felt this must be what they call fate. Invisibly, they had countless connections.
Little Amy, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly spoke up when she heard "Dr. Lockwood": "Dr. Lockwood is the most handsome and the best doctor in the world."
"When I grow up, I'll marry him."
Amy's eyes were wide open as she stared intently at Serena Sutton while speaking, her cheeks puffed up, her tone innocent yet surprisingly determined.
Serena Sutton was not pleased.
Even if the other person is a child, she felt it necessary to contest a little; this kind of atmosphere shouldn't be encouraged.
"You're still young. When you grow up, Dr. Lockwood will be old. Besides, Dr. Lockwood will soon have a girlfriend." Though she said this with a hint of tricking a child, fate is something you can't predict; what if she and Caleb Lockwood ended up together?
Amy wasn't pleased to hear this, pouting: "You're lying to me, Dr. Lockwood doesn't have a girlfriend."
Serena Sutton held Amy's hand, meeting her bright eyes: "He'll have one soon."
Amy glared at her, silent, seemingly sulking.
Serena Sutton smiled and patted her hand, patiently saying, "It's okay, you'll meet many boys in the future, and there will be one you'll like."
"No, I just like Dr. Lockwood." Amy said, withdrawing her hand and ran off angrily.
Serena Sutton watched her small back and sighed.
Never would have thought her first love rival would be a little kid?!
Bar.
Brandy Quinn sat alone on a high stool at the bar, drinking by herself.
Her friend Serena went to the welfare home, and with no one to play with her and her recent bad mood, she came to the bar.
Brandy Quinn is usually carefree, straightforward, beautiful, and knows how to dress up.
After being cheated on by a scumbag, she got her hair done, sporting large chestnut-brown waves. Her makeup was exquisite, figure attractive, looking especially charming with feminine allure.
"Pretty lady, drinking alone? Let me buy you a drink." A man in a black shirt sat next to Brandy Quinn, leering.
Brandy Quinn was already somewhat drunk by now, her head dizzy, but still retained some sense.
She sneered, "Ha, brother? I don't remember having a brother."
The man's eyes roamed boldly over Brandy Quinn: "Now you do."
As he spoke, the man tried to touch Brandy Quinn's hand.
Brandy Quinn reacted quickly, grabbing the man's wrist, then twisted it back, making him cry out in pain.
"Back off." Brandy Quinn sneered, letting go, causing the man to fall to the floor.
The man was angry but cowardly, rubbed his hand, cursed a bit, and left.
Leo Ford saw this scene, lit a cigarette, walked to the bar in front of Brandy Quinn, and poured her a drink.
"Little lady, you've got skills, hiding them well."
Being the owner of this bar, he had initially intended to help, but didn't expect to see this.
Brandy Quinn rested her face on her hand, eyes lazily open, with a drawn-out tone: "Big brother~ you're flattering~"
Her father owns a martial arts studio, and she only knew some basic moves, enough to deal with a couple of hooligans.
Speaking of this, what she regretted the most right now was not having beaten up Hugo Yates, the scumbag.
Leo Ford took a drag from his cigarette, Brandy Quinn squinted, suddenly grinning.
She couldn't help herself and touched his muscular arm.
Leo Ford paused his hand holding the cigarette, frowned at her.
"What's this pattern? It's so strange."
Brandy Quinn was already a bit drunk, tilted her head, changed directions twice to feel it, muttering: "Kinda cute."
At this, Leo Ford's brows furrowed, feeling the urge to curse.
Damn! It's a skull tattoo, and she finds it cute?
Another drunken fool talking nonsense.
Suddenly, Brandy Quinn looked up at him, giggling stupidly: "Hey hey hey, you're so non-mainstream." Nowadays getting tattoos, must be copying others being non-mainstream.
Leo Ford: "..." his face twitched hard, does this little girl even know how to talk?
He rudely removed the glass in front of her, causing the drink to spill onto the bar, sparkling in the light.
"Stop drinking, go home." His tone was somewhat fierce.
Brandy Quinn pouted in dissatisfaction, glaring at him indignantly, his temper was really aggressive.
She glanced at the time, huh, it was indeed time to leave. She rubbed her eyes, her steps somewhat unsteady as she walked towards the door.
"Tch." Leo Ford huffed lightly, kids these days sure like to act grown-up.
At that moment, Caleb Lockwood was still sitting in his usual spot.
A cup of plain water placed before him, phone on the table, sitting quietly with a calm expression.
When Leo Ford came over, Caleb Lockwood only slightly turned his eyes, casually saying, "You look like you're angry."
"Humph." Leo Ford snorted, irritably taking a drag from his cigarette: "Got called non-mainstream by a little girl, huh."
Hearing this, Caleb Lockwood's gaze lingered on Leo Ford's arm.
Noticing his gaze, Leo Ford stubbed out the cigarette, looked at his arm, then asked, "Do you also think I'm non-mainstream?"
Caleb Lockwood shook his head.
Only then did Leo Ford feel relieved, sitting opposite Caleb Lockwood, raising a brow as he looked at him: "Don't you plan to go back and check on your family's old man?"
Caleb Lockwood lowered his gaze, staring at the table, his defined hand picking up the phone on the table, looking at the screen expressionlessly.
"Someday." That home, whether he goes back or not, it's all the same.
Leo Ford leaned back in his chair, his arm resting on the armrest: "Do you plan to be a doctor in Northwood for the rest of your life?"
"Or else?" Caleb Lockwood responded indifferently, his long fingers swiping across the screen, opening up WeChat.
Just as he opened up WeChat, coincidentally, he received a message from Serena Sutton, and suddenly, a shard of light flashed in his eyes.
Leo Ford laughed: "Quite right, you seem… from young had no particular interest, finally focused on medicine. If you don't become a doctor, your life really would lack joy."
Caleb Lockwood was very smart, academically a genius, exceptional in medicine.
Though his personality was a bit peculiar, lifestyle rigid, in Leo Ford's impression, aside from studying, reading, he mostly daydreamed, seemed uninterested in anything else.
"No." Caleb Lockwood's lips slightly opened.
He slowly raised his gaze, his dark eyes sparkling, his voice warm: "It's different now."