The meaning couldn't be clearer—it was a rejection.

In fact, Nancy had already anticipated being rejected by the Lesser family, but seeing old Mrs. Lesser's disappointed eyes still deeply wounded her heart.

After all, she was not a Lesser family member; they wouldn't trust her.

"Nan, since they don't need our help, let's go."

Charlie's face was ominously dark, his sharp gaze shifting from Eva's face to Mrs. Lesser's. A mocking smile curled at his lips as he grabbed Nancy's hand and turned to leave without any hesitation.

Henry also gave the Lessers a cold look, snorted, and followed Charlie and Nancy.

Knowing Nancy was feeling bad, Charlie gently squeezed her hand, "You did your best. It's their loss for not trusting you. You shouldn't feel burdened."

"I know."

Nancy forced a smile, "It's better this way. Now we know where we stand with the Lesser family, which will make our future decisions easier."

...

Watching their departing figures, Old Mrs. Lesser shook her head. She hadn't expected Nancy to be so unreliable.

Not only did she fail to bring Dr. Windward, but she also wanted to perform the surgery herself. It was as if she didn't take the Lesser family seriously at all.

Eva, with her arms crossed, stood aside, dripping sarcasm.

"Mom, big brother, in the future, you should keep your distance from Nancy. As the saying goes, adversity reveals true nature. Our family faced such a crisis, and big brother even humbled himself to ask for her help, yet she refused to lend a hand. And to think you spoke in her favor before."

Andrew's eyes were downcast, lost in thought, and he didn't speak. He walked over to a chair and sat down.

Old Mrs. Lesser didn't defend Nancy as before or scold Eva for her narrow-mindedness. Instead, she sat down beside Andrew.

"Andrew, don't be too sad. People are inherently selfish."

Andrew raised his hand to cover his face, sobbing in distress.

"Mom, I'm just so angry at myself. Why was I so willful back then? Why was I so useless? Now that I've finally returned home, dad is in this condition, and I haven't had the chance to properly take care of him..."

The old lady was also deeply melancholic. If Andrew had not left home and those incidents hadn't occurred, the Lesser family wouldn't be facing these troubles now.

Previously, the grandfather had opposed letting Quentin manage the company, considering him too scheming and extreme. But they had no other choice when they couldn't find Andrew, so they entrusted the company to Quentin.

The Lesser family's tragic state had been sealed over twenty years ago.

"Eh, Mrs. Lesser, have you contacted Dr. Windward?"

Old Mrs. Lesser looked up upon hearing the voice, seeing the family's primary doctor standing beside her.

She shook her head in despair, "No, we've tried everything, but he just won't agree. We're out of options."

"Not agree?"

The doctor was slightly taken aback, "Did you get in touch with him?"

Old Mrs. Lesser nodded, "Yes, we know one of Dr. Windward's students and asked for her help, but Dr. Windward still refused."

"Student?"

The doctor suddenly remembered something, slapped his thigh, and burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I almost forgot, Dr. Windward is indeed very busy. I've told you before, getting him is nearly impossible. But, he has another student who has been with him for several years and is quite renowned in the field, just not known outside the industry..."