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.

medical report says? Do you know where the clot is 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

were brought by Jeremiah from Betrico. Aware of Jeremiah’s status, they only dared to

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

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

the consent form before entering the operating room. If anything

stop them again. After all, it was a human life at stake. He couldn’t just stand by

brows and eyes lowered, showing a hint of impatience

ready. If anything goes wrong, you won’t have to

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

a calm

decision had legal weight.

to lose him again. How could Harold not be

chair in the corridor. Turning to Jeremiah, who was sitting

looked at Yvette intently. He lowered his voice and reached out

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

looked up and gave Jeremiah a deep glance, her lips pressed tightly, her delicate features

“Fine,” Yvette said.

efficient. Ten minutes later, everything was

doctors and nurses Jeremiah had brought from Betrico

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

held a liability waiver signed by Yvette that absolved the

ready, and Mr. Chambers is inside. You can go

here, his expression still somewhat

go in and personally perform acupuncture on your father

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

hadn’t expected that Jeremiah was indeed someone with significant connections and great

he honestly couldn’t accept how Yvette

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stood up and walked towards the operating room, her

her hand, his thumb gently warming her cold

softly, “With me here, there’s no need to feel

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suddenly smiled. The confidence in her dark eyes left Jeremiah momentarily stunned, and then