What Amelia didn’t know was that after her older brother’s visit yesterday, he had spread the word about her “poverty” to everyone, and now everyone knew.
She raised an eyebrow in confusion at Carl. "I haven’t even treated you yet, so why would I accept a fee?"
“The medicinal candy from yesterday,” Carl said, signaling to James to step forward.
James had been meaning to ask when the little miracle doctor would treat their young master. He raised his hands, holding out another card—this one black, with gold embossing. "Little miracle doctor."
"I’ll accept it after I treat your young master," Amelia said, packing away her medical kit.
James thought she was about to leave. "Little miracle doctor, what are you doing?"
"Packing up," Amelia replied, puzzled. "What’s the matter?"
James blu
