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.

it’s not guaranteed.

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

bit chilly as he looked at Tristan, his tone leaving no

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

spoke to Yvette, “Ms. Chambers, if you insist on personally treating your father, then please sign the consent form before entering the

stop them again. After all, it was a human life at stake. He couldn’t just stand by and watch someone vanish right before his

brows and eyes lowered, showing a hint of impatience

said, “Alright, get ready. If anything goes wrong, you won’t

to say something but held back.

a calm face and said

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

to lose

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

Yvette intently. He lowered his voice and reached out

No

deep glance, her lips pressed tightly, her delicate features showing an

“Fine,” Yvette said.

were incredibly efficient. Ten minutes later, everything was already

and the doctors and nurses Jeremiah had brought from Betrico were all waiting

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

fulfilled his duties. He held a liability waiver signed by Yvette that absolved the

room is ready, and Mr. Chambers is inside. You can go in personally now,”

paused for a moment here, his expression still

in and personally perform acupuncture on your father

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

was indeed someone with significant connections

Harold wasn’t afraid, but he honestly couldn’t accept

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and walked towards the operating room, her face showing no

slightly, holding her hand, his thumb gently warming

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