Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: The Charming Mr. Foster
Kent Martin’s shout of "brother-in-law" was so smooth and loud, the atmosphere turned strangely awkward.
It took Isabelle Martin a good while to react, her pretty face flushing completely red, and she turned to glare fiercely at her brother.
Kent Martin gave an awkward laugh, "It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..."
But in his heart, he was thinking he knew she glared at him, but didn’t know how happy she was!
Only after glaring at her brother did Isabelle Martin uneasily look at Jeffrey Foster, only to see Jeffrey sitting calmly in the passenger seat, as if he hadn’t heard Kent call him brother-in-law.
His reaction made Isabelle secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but also inexplicably disappointed.
"My brother got hit on the back of the head, I’m taking him to the hospital for a check-up, then I can drop you home, is that okay?" Isabelle asked, suppressing her chaotic emotions, and sought Jeffrey Foster’s opinion.
Jeffrey Foster didn’t object, he simply hummed in agreement.
Only then did Isabelle start the car, and Kent Martin leaned from the back seat to his sister’s ear to Tsukkomi, "Sis, you’re being way too humble in this relationship, aren’t you? If mom and dad see this, they’re definitely not going to agree to you two being together!"
"Shut up!" Isabelle scolded her brother while quickly glancing at Jeffrey Foster, afraid that he had overheard.
Fortunately, Jeffrey Foster sat quietly in the passenger seat, seemingly not hearing the sibling’s secret talk.
Kent Martin saw his sister’s tense appearance, and for a moment he didn’t know whether to feel sorry for her or to Tsukkomi, making him even more curious about Jeffrey Foster, not understanding how someone with a disability could be so impressive.
The car quickly arrived at the hospital.
Isabelle Martin got out with her brother but was uneasy about leaving Jeffrey Foster, about to speak when Jeffrey spoke first, "I’ll wait for you in the car."
"Okay." Isabelle was also worried she might not be able to take care of Jeffrey if she brought him along.
Isabelle took Kent for an MRI, and while waiting for the scan results, Mr. and Mrs. Martin arrived at the hospital, pulling their son aside to ask what exactly was going on with Kent.
Kent briefly explained the situation, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Martin bewildered, "You were knocked out, taken, and then suddenly released? What’s going on? Have you crossed someone recently?"
"I’m either at school or at home every day, how could I offend anyone? Maybe they got the wrong person?" Kent was equally confused.
Mrs. Martin suddenly looked at Isabelle, "Isabelle, how did you know your brother was in the neighborhood?"
"Ah? I was just guessing blindly." Isabelle vaguely replied, but in her heart, she had more questions than her parents.
"Alright, let’s not talk about this now, what did the doctor say?" Mr. Martin interrupted his wife, who was about to continue questioning, more concerned about whether their son was okay.
"The doctor said there’s basically nothing wrong, but a brain MRI would be safer; it will take some time for the results to come out. You and mom take Kent home first, I’ll return once I get the results," Isabelle told her father, checking the time.
"We’d better wait for the results." Mr. Martin said, feeling uneasy, as he touched the bump at the back of Kent’s head.
"Yes, in case anything happens, we can promptly find a doctor. His brain wasn’t very bright to begin with, what if he’s hit dumb?" Mrs. Martin added worriedly.
Kent, "..."
Why throw personal attacks while speaking?
Isabelle couldn’t hold back a giggle, then looked at the time, realizing the doctor said the results would take an hour, and only ten minutes had passed, making her worry about Jeffrey Foster waiting in the car.
Mrs. Martin also noticed the anxiety in her daughter’s eyes, frowning lightly, "Do you have something else going on?"
"Ah? No." Isabelle quickly replied.
Kent grinned, "My sister really has nothing else; she’s just worried her Dr. Foster might get anxious."
Isabelle gave her brother an annoyed look, while the Fosters looked at her, their eyes asking what was going on.
Seeing the situation, Isabelle awkwardly smiled and said it was nothing, but her parents didn’t believe it and looked at Kent.
Kent wasn’t as reserved as Isabelle, truthfully saying Jeffrey Foster was outside in the car.
Once he said this, Mr. and Mrs. Martin both turned their gaze to Isabelle.
"I was in a hurry to get Kent to the hospital and didn’t feel comfortable leaving Mr. Foster alone," Isabelle replied truthfully under pressure.
Mr. and Mrs. Martin both snorted in disdain, but being reasonable people, although they felt deep down that Isabelle was not suited to Jeffrey Foster, they thought it wasn’t right to leave Jeffrey waiting alone in the car since their son’s scan results would take a while. Reluctantly, they told Isabelle, "We’ll stay here with Kent; you go check on your Dr. Foster."
Isabelle’s eyes lit up hearing this, but she felt it wasn’t appropriate to leave immediately, so she hesitated and tried to say something to regain her composure, only to be nudged from behind by her mother, "Enough, stop pretending and just get out!"
"Hehe, I’m off then." Isabelle giggled, not minding her mother’s kick, and happily ran off.
Watching their daughter’s departing back, Mrs. Martin sighed deeply, looking worriedly at her husband.
Mr. Martin chuckled, "You’re the one who urged her to go, why the sigh now?"
"Do you think I wanted to? Couldn’t you see her mind was completely outside?" Mrs. Martin Tsukkomi, then looked at her son thoughtfully, "You’ve seen him, what do you think?"
Kent really hadn’t gotten a good look, thought for a while before answering, "He doesn’t seem that old, quite handsome, but his hairstyle looks like it’s been chewed by a dog, and he’s quite cold, hardly spoke more than three sentences since I got in the car."
"Not that old? Quite handsome? Hairstyle like a dog’s bite? Quite cold? Talks little?" Mrs. Martin was speechless after hearing her son’s description.
Kent answered feeling wronged, "I’m serious, really! If you don’t believe me, go take a look yourself?"
"You’re right, I should go see what kind of old man managed to charm my silly girl!" Mrs. Martin found her son’s suggestion plausible and was about to head out.
Mr. Martin quickly stopped his wife, "Don’t just act on whims; imagine how awkward it’ll be if your daughter spots you?"
"How awkward can it be? If they’re not awkward, I’m not awkward!" Mrs. Martin said defiantly, about to proceed, but before she could shake off her husband’s grip, she saw Isabelle returning with a tall man by her side.
Mrs. Martin froze, her pupils dilating.
Mr. Martin, curious about his wife’s sudden stillness, turned around to see their daughter approaching with a tall man, who stood at least six feet and above, with striking features that could even be described as handsome, wearing a brown wool coat. He was much younger than they had imagined, just as described, with a buzz cut like a dog’s chew, quite mismatched with his refined and gentle temperament.
Most importantly, the man’s movements were so natural that if they hadn’t known about his visual impairment, they’d never realize he was blind.
"Is this Dr. Foster?" Mrs. Martin quietly asked her husband.
Mr. Martin thought for a moment and nodded, "Most likely."
Kent confirmed from behind, "Yeah, that’s him, I wasn’t lying, was I!"
"I can see why Isabelle is so captivated by such a man!" Mrs. Martin sighed powerlessly once she confirmed it was Jeffrey Foster.
Her husband was confused, "Why?"
"What do you mean, why? A man looking like that, and on top of that, so knowledgeable, forget Isabelle, if I were decades younger I’d like him too!" Mrs. Martin genuinely marveled.
Mr. Martin’s face instantly fell, "Say that again?"
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His reaction made Isabelle Martin secretly breathe a sigh of relief, yet she also felt inexplicably disappointed.
"My brother got hit on the back of the head, and I’m taking him to the hospital for a check-up. Then, can I take you home?" Isabelle Martin gathered her messy emotions and consulted Jeffrey Foster’s opinion.
Jeffrey Foster didn’t oppose, giving a slight nod.
Only then did Isabelle start the car, and Kent Martin leaned over from the back seat to Tsukkomi to Isabelle, "Sis, are you seriously letting this love make you so humble? If Mom and Dad see this, they’ll definitely disapprove of you two even more!"
"Shut up!" Isabelle scolded her brother while quickly glancing at Jeffrey Foster, fearing the man heard them.
Fortunately, Jeffrey Foster sat quietly in the passenger seat, seemingly not hearing their sibling banter.
Kent saw how nervous his sister was and couldn’t decide whether to feel sorry for her or to Tsukkomi, so he became even more curious about Jeffrey Foster. He didn’t understand how a blind man could be so impressive.
The car soon arrived at the hospital.
Isabelle Martin got off the car with Kent Martin but still couldn’t help worrying about Jeffrey Foster. However, Jeffrey spoke before she could, "I’ll wait for you in the car."
"Okay." Isabelle was also worried that she wouldn’t be able to take care of Jeffrey if she brought him along.
Isabelle took Kent for an MRI. While waiting for the results, Mr. and Mrs. Martin also arrived at the hospital. The couple pulled their son aside and asked him what had happened.
Kent roughly explained the situation, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Martin bewildered, "They knocked you out, took you away, and then suddenly let you go? What’s going on? Have you offended someone recently?"
"I’m either at school or home every day. Who could I have offended? Maybe they got the wrong person?" Kent was also perplexed.
Mrs. Martin suddenly looked at Isabelle, "How did you know your brother was in the neighborhood?"
"Huh? I just took a wild guess." Isabelle vaguely replied, though she had more questions in her heart than her parents did.
"Alright, let’s not talk about this for now. What did the doctor say?" Mr. Martin interrupted his wife, who was about to probe further, being more concerned about their son’s condition.
"The doctor said there’s basically no problem, but a brain MRI would be safer. It’ll take a while for the results, though. You and Mom should take Kent home first. I’ll wait for the results before I head back." Isabelle looked at the time and told her father.
"Let’s wait for the results then." Mr. Martin was worried, touching the bump on Kent’s head.
"Yes, we should wait. If anything goes wrong, we can find the doctor quickly. He’s already not the brightest. What if he becomes even dumber after getting hit?" Mrs. Martin added worriedly.
Kent, "..."
Why did they have to insult him while talking?
Isabelle couldn’t hold back a chuckle, then glanced at the time. The doctor mentioned that the results would take an hour, and it had only been ten minutes. She worried about Jeffrey Foster in the car.
Mrs. Martin also noticed the anxiety in her daughter’s eyes and frowned slightly, "Do you have something else to do?"
"Huh? No." Isabelle quickly replied.
But Kent, smiling cheekily, said, "My sister’s fine, just worried that Dr. Foster might be anxious."
Isabelle glared at her brother in embarrassment, while the Fosters all looked at Isabelle, questioning her with their eyes as to what was going on.
Seeing this, Isabelle awkwardly said it was nothing, but her parents didn’t believe it and turned their eyes to Kent.
Kent, unlike Isabelle, obediently explained that Jeffrey Foster was waiting outside in Isabelle’s car.
When he finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Martin both looked at Isabelle.
"I was rushing to get Kent to the hospital and couldn’t leave Mr. Foster to go back alone." Forced by circumstances, Isabelle had to answer truthfully.
Mr. and Mrs. Martin both snorted coldly, but being reasonable people, even though they felt that Isabelle and Jeffrey weren’t suited for each other, they thought about how long the MRI results would take and decided it wasn’t right to leave Jeffrey in the car. Reluctantly, they told Isabelle, "We’ll stay with Kent; you go see your Dr. Foster."
Isabelle’s eyes lit up at the sound of this, but she felt it wasn’t too appropriate to leave immediately. She stuttered as if wanting to say something more, but Mrs. Martin kicked her from behind, "Enough acting, get out!"
"Hehe, I’m off then." Isabelle chuckled, not minding her mother’s kick, and joyfully ran off.
Watching their daughter leave, Mrs. Martin let out a deep sigh and looked worriedly at her husband.
Mr. Martin chuckled, "You’re the one who sent her away, so why are you sighing now?"
"Do you think I wanted to send her away? Didn’t you see her heart flying out of the hospital?" Mrs. Martin Tsukkomi as she turned to look at her son, "You’ve seen this guy, what do you think?"
Kent, who hadn’t really looked carefully, thought for a while and finally answered, "He doesn’t look too old, is quite good-looking, but his hairstyle looks like a dog chewed on it, and he has a rather cold demeanor. He spoke less than three sentences from when I got in the car to out."
"Not too old? Quite good-looking? Hairstyle like a dog’s chew? Cold demeanor? Few words?" Mrs. Martin was speechless after hearing her son’s description.
Kent felt wronged, "I’m telling the truth; if you don’t believe me, go see for yourself?"
"You’re right. I should see for myself what old man has captured my silly daughter’s heart!" Mrs. Martin found her son’s suggestion agreeable, grabbed her bag and was about to head out.
But Mr. Martin stopped her, "Don’t be hasty. It’d be awkward if your daughter caught you."
"How awkward can that be? If they aren’t awkward, then I’m not!" Mrs. Martin was about to head out when, lo and behold, she saw Isabelle approaching with a tall man.
Mrs. Martin froze, her pupils dilating.
Mr. Martin turned back at his wife’s sudden stillness, only to see their daughter walking over with a tall man, standing at least six feet tall, as their son described impeccably handsome, even stunning, wearing a coffee-colored wool coat. He appeared much younger than they’d imagined, though his buzz cut looked like it had been chewed by a dog, which didn’t quite fit his gentle and scholarly aura.
Most importantly, the man’s movements were so natural that if they hadn’t known he had a vision problem, one couldn’t tell he was blind.
"Is this Dr. Foster?" Mrs. Martin asked her husband quietly.
Mr. Martin thought for a moment and nodded, "I think so."
Kent confirmed from behind, "Yeah, that’s him. I wasn’t lying!"
"I understand why Isabelle would be captivated by such a man!" Mrs. Martin was weakly impressed once she confirmed the man was Jeffrey Foster.
Her husband, however, didn’t understand, "Why?"
"Why else? A man looking like that and being so distinguished, forget Isabelle, if I were younger by a few decades, I’d like him too!" Mrs. Martin sincerely remarked.
Mr. Martin’s face instantly fell, "Say that again?"