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.

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

Betrico. Aware of Jeremiah’s status, they only dared to silently complain in their

a bit chilly as he looked at Tristan, his tone leaving no room for argument, saying, “Go, prepare

stop Jeremiah. It seemed impossible, but he still had to lay out the

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

was a human life at stake. He couldn’t just stand by and watch

eyes lowered, showing a hint of impatience

ready. If anything goes wrong,

to say something but held back. In the end, he let out a deep

a calm face and said

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

to lose him

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

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

worry, I’ve sent Andrew over. No one can escape now,”

gave Jeremiah a deep glance, her

“Fine,” Yvette said.

Seacrity Hospital were incredibly efficient. Ten minutes later, everything was already

had brought from Betrico were all waiting outside

who were sitting. Mainly at Yvette, an arrogant person who bragged that she could disperse bruises with only

a liability waiver signed by Yvette that absolved the hospital of any

Chambers, the operating room is ready, and Mr. Chambers

a moment here, his expression still

can go in and

was stern and cold Earlier, Tristan

indeed someone with significant connections and great

Harold wasn’t afraid, but he honestly couldn’t accept how Yvette disregarded her

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walked towards the operating room, her face

his thumb gently warming her

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an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. The confidence in her dark eyes