Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 315

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 315**

**Chapter 315**

James raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue as he shared with Sydney, “My mother caught sight of you yesterday and felt an immediate connection.”

A warm smile graced Sydney’s lips. “I must admit, when I met your mother, I too felt a profound sense of closeness.”

Florence was anything but the typical figure of aristocracy; there was an undeniable air of warmth about her that made her approachable. She possessed a grace that was both dignified and inviting, a delightful contrast to her otherwise reserved demeanor.

James, interpreting Sydney’s words as a polite gesture, guided her further into their home. “Mom, Dr. Wilson has arrived.”

As Sydney crossed the threshold into the living room, she greeted them with a soft formality. “Mr. and Madam Hutton.”

This time, Florence’s expression was notably more welcoming than it had been the previous day. A gentle smile tugged at her lips, revealing a glimpse of her warmth. “Dr. Wilson, I hope I won’t be too much of a burden.”

“Not at all,” Sydney replied, stepping closer with determination. “Shall we get started?”

Florence nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and trust. “Yes, let’s proceed.”

At her affirmation, Sydney turned to James, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. “Which floor is the treatment room on?”

“Second floor,” he responded, his tone steady.

Theodore took Florence’s arm, guiding her toward the elevator with a sense of care that spoke volumes of their bond. They ascended together, the air filled with unspoken words of love and concern.

Upon entering the room, after Theodore had gently assisted Florence onto the bed, Sydney announced, “I’ll prepare for the acupuncture treatment. Mr. Hutton, James, I’ll need you both to step out for a little while.”

Although the focus of the treatment was on Florence’s legs, acupuncture often required attention to various points throughout the body.

Sensing the unease that might linger in the air, she added, “If you’d like, a maid can stay to look after her.”

Florence shook her head slightly, glancing at her husband and son with a resolute expression. “No need for that. Theo, James, you both should step out.”

In Brimcrest City, Theodore’s voice held considerable weight, yet in this moment, he simply nodded at Sydney with respect. “I trust you will take good care of her.”

There was something in Sydney’s voice—an unspoken trustworthiness—that made Florence relax. She let her continue, and indeed, there was no pain to be felt.

Sydney moved with a practiced grace, her hands swift and precise. In mere moments, she had arranged a series of silver needles of varying thicknesses in the appropriate points.

Feeling a need for fresh air and light, she rose and walked to the window, drawing the curtains open wide to allow the morning sun to flood the room.

Florence instinctively squinted at the sudden brightness. “Dr. Wilson, it’s too bright in here…”

“You need the sunlight,” Sydney replied, her tone gentle yet firm as she observed Florence’s pale complexion. “Sunlight revitalizes energy. The temperature is quite pleasant at this hour, so it’s perfect for your healing. If you’re concerned about tanning, I can help your skin recover later. What’s most important right now is the healing of your legs.”

Encouraged by Sydney’s quiet confidence, Florence nodded, her resolve strengthening.

Just then, a maid entered, carrying a glass of water for Sydney. As she noticed the sunlight pouring into the room, she hurried forward to draw the curtains closed.

But Florence raised her hand, stopping her. “No need for that. I want to bask in the sun for a little while.”