"Bring him here right now," Fred said in a low voice.

"He refused to come, sir. We can't force him; he might call the police." They had already attracted too much attention; the miracle doctor was well-known, and they couldn't risk it. Furthermore, they couldn't access his estate. They had requested a meeting, but he'd declined. Their only option was to wait in the car and call Fred for instructions.

Suppressing a curse, Fred said grimly, "What does he want? Tell him to name his price."

"No, Your Grace. He doesn't care for money."

They were at a loss. Being outside Yudonia limited their options.

"No one ever says no to money!" Palming his forehead, Fred shouted, "Make him an offer he can't refuse! I'm sure enough money will change his mind."

Just as he was about to hang up, he reconsidered. "Never mind. I'll go there myself." He felt it best to handle this personally.

Fred arranged transport to the estate. En route, he had his men investigate the physician's background and send the findings to his phone. He finished reviewing the report just as he arrived, narrowing his eyes.

His men were waiting outside. They exited the car and greeted him, "Your Grace."

"You're supposed to stay inconspicuous." He raised a hand to halt them, glancing towards the estate. "Has anyone left the premises?"

"Yes, Your Grace," one replied. "Our findings suggest they go out for supplies weekly, or have them delivered."

"A recluse, then," Fred snorted. "But even hermits have weaknesses. Stay here. I'll meet him."

Fred approached the gatekeeper, who relayed his message. Soon, someone emerged to admit him, but only him. His bodyguards attempted to follow, but Fred stopped them. "It's alright. What can he do to me?" Assuming the physician was elderly, he wasn't concerned. He was only there to secure the physician's services.

Fred entered the estate alone and was led by a servant to a gazebo, rather than the main hall. An old man was preparing medicine there; the courtyard was fragrant with herbs.