The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

Chapter 02

Alistair looked at Jessica, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why did you stop me from going after this girl?” He asked, irritated and looked at the door with disdain. “War Goddess… Please, she is nothing more than a child in terms of power, to me!” 

Jessica tossed her dark blonde hair back her shoulders and sighed deeply, before turning her sky-blue eyes to Alistair. 

“Ally, you know what the master said: no fighting, and certainly no killing, inside the clinic,” she pouted and kept her hand on Alistair’s chest, drawing now circles with her fingers. “You’ve been so stressed by that gal… I can help you get that ungrateful one off of your mind.” 

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” Alistair gently took Jessica’s hand and pulled her away from him before sitting back down on his chair. He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking what a relief it had been not to have to marry that woman. She was insufferable! 

“Ah!” Jessica said, before pulling a letter out of her bra and smiling at Alistair. “I almost forgot, Ally. It’s from Master Alberich.”

 She handed the envelope to Ally, who glanced at the blonde before taking the letter from her hand. 

“He said if anyone came to cancel the wedding, I should give you this letter,” Jessica said, casting a curious glance at the paper package. “Come on, read it!” 

Alistair let out a laugh and opened the envelope, before pulling out a letter, and as he read it, the expression on his face grew darker. 

“What’s up, Ally?” Lauren asked and he pressed his lips together, indicating it wasn’t something good. “Is it really bad?” 

“It’s another marriage contract!” Alistair roared and put his head in his hands. “What’s with these people, making marriage contracts left and right? And the worst part is that they always put me in the middle of it!” 

The four beauties covered their mouths with their hands and giggled. 

“Oh, Ally, but you’re everything a girl could want,” Josephine smiled at Alistair, wanting to sit on his lap, but controlled herself. “Only a fool wouldn’t see your worth. Inside and out!” 

They giggled again and Alistair shook his head. Those four were too much! He stood up. 

“I have to go to Lothan City and marry the Anderson girl, whoever she is.” 

“I hope she’s  at least pretty,” Josephine said. 

“And less arrogant than Ally’s last fiancé,” Harriet said, and the other three nodded. “I still can’t believe she had the nerve to come all the way here with all that pomp!” 

“That’s right! But she was the one who lost out, because our Ally here is the perfect man! Handsome, charming, intelligent and very capable!” Jessica nodded and looked at the others, who soon joined her in leading Alistair out of the doctor’s office. “You have to get ready to go, Ally! It’s the Master’s orders!” 

Alistair expected the girls to try to dissuade him, but in the end, Jessica was right: it was the master's order and Alistair couldn't go against it. 

The girls helped Alistair pack his bags, and he almost had to throw them out when they tried to open the second drawer of his dresser, which was where his underwear was kept. 

“You’re irresistible, Ally… and we just want to help you.” Harriet said, glancing mischievously at Alistair. They were tempting, but he knew the limits. 

After saying goodbye to the beauties, Alistair took a taxi and went to the airport. The flighty took about four hours. 

'They didn't even serve a single peanut. What stingy hands they are!' Alistair complained internally, feeling his stomach growl with hunger. He regretted not having eaten better when he was still at home. 'But the girls rushed me so much, I ended up forgetting all about it!' 

As soon as he stepped off the aircraft, a man approached Alistair and bowed formally. 

Alistair didn't recognize the man and stopped walking, holding his backpack tightly. He noticed that the people around him seemed interested in knowing what was going on. 

“Mr. Woods?” the man asked, to which Alistair nodded, saying nothing. “I’m Daniel Smith, it’s so nice to see you!” 

Alistair raised an eyebrow, wondering if that name was supposed to mean anything to him, when he heard some murmuring around them. 

“Yes, it’s him: Daniel Smith! He’s the richest man in Lothan City!” 

That made Alistair look back at the dark-haired man with round features in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he finally recognized who that person was!