Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette’s slender, pale fingers held the medical records. Since Zachary was just brought in this morning, there were only a few pages in the records.

She skimmed through the lines quickly and finished reading in just two minutes.

Seeing Yvette’s actions, Harold thought she surely didn’t understand. He thought Yvette was just trying to act confidently.

Harold wasn’t the only one who thought that way. Tristan and the surrounding doctors and nurses felt the same.

Even though Lucas was anxious, he believed Yvette had her reasons for spending time reading the records, not without purpose.

Jeremiah was completely focused on Yvette, seeing everyone else as a mere background.

After finishing the records, Yvette slightly turned, a hint of coldness on her brow. She looked up and said, “Set up the operating room for me. I will do the surgery myself.”

As soon as she said those words, everyone looked at Yvette in disbelief, who remained calm and composed.

‘Do we hear it wrong? Is she going to perform surgery on her father herself?’ everyone thought.

Even Lucas was somewhat taken aback. Although he trusted Yvette, this sounded too unbelievable.

Jeremiah paused for a moment and calmly asked, “What’s the success rate? Do we need to wait for Quentin to assist you?”

In the hallway, Tristan, Harold, and about a dozen doctors and nurses were left completely speechless again. Their expressions were indescribable.

‘It’s one thing to have one crazy person. But now there’s an even crazier person. And they are talking about Quentin’s assistance? How can they say such things without feeling guilty?’ everyone thought.

Yvette shook her head sincerely.

“No need for surgery, just acupuncture will do. The blood clot in his brain is not that big of a deal,” Yvette said.

Their conversation kept surprising the people around them repeatedly.

Even Tristan found it hard to keep listening. It was concerned about a patient’s life, Tristan would have to step in, even if it meant offending Jeremiah.

“Mr. Chavez, and Ms. Chambers, you mentioned acupuncture? Using traditional medicine? That sounds unlikely. I think we should wait for Quentin to return. I’ll ensure all the doctors in the hospital work together to try their best to save Mr. Chambers,” Tristan said.

Tristan felt he was being as polite as possible. He couldn’t trust a word Yvette was saying. Traditional medicine, while profound, had certainly declined significantly.

‘Getting rid of a blood clot without surgery? That’s absurd! Who could believe that? Tristan thought.

located? Even with surgery, it’s not guaranteed. And you’re saying acupuncturé is enough? I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it’s just

by Jeremiah from Betrico. Aware of Jeremiah’s status, they only

he looked at Tristan, his

but

“Ms. Chambers, if you insist on personally treating your father, then please sign the consent form before entering the operating room. If anything happens to Mr. Chambers, Seacrity Hospital

human life at stake. He couldn’t

showing a hint of

and said, “Alright, get ready. If anything goes wrong, you won’t have to take

say something but held

kept a calm face and said

decision had legal weight. Since she was determined to do things her way, no one

for five hours, only to lose him again. How could Harold not

crossed as she leaned against a chair in the corridor. Turning to Jeremiah, who was sitting next to her,

at Yvette intently. He lowered his voice and reached out to tuck

No one

gave Jeremiah a deep glance, her lips pressed tightly, her delicate

“Fine,” Yvette said.

were incredibly efficient. Ten

had brought from Betrico were all waiting outside the

sitting. Mainly at Yvette, an arrogant person

waiver signed by Yvette

and Mr. Chambers is inside. You can

paused for a moment here, his expression still somewhat

continued, “You can go in and

leaned against the white wall. His face was stern and cold Earlier, Tristan

expected that Jeremiah was indeed someone with significant connections and great

was not true to say Harold wasn’t afraid, but he honestly couldn’t

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towards the

holding her hand, his thumb

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eyebrow and suddenly smiled. The confidence in her dark eyes left Jeremiah