Chapter 118

Anonymous.

An inexplicable look flashed in Bailey's eyes for a split second.

It had been a long time since someone last mentioned this name.

“I...”

Just as she was about to respond, Edmund's phone rang inside his pocket.

After picking up and hearing what the other person had to say, his expression turned grave.

“Okay. I'll be right there.”

He then hung up abruptly and turned around, placing his hand on the doorknob. “My grandfather's fallen unconscious again, Bay. It looks pretty serious, so I have to go back now. It's getting late. Have an early night, and don't stay up.”

“Don't be too hasty,” Bailey called out while grabbing onto his arm. “You still need to drive! If you panic, you might... Oh! What am I saying? Anyway, be careful on the road. Your grandfather's hung on for two years. I'm sure he'll be fine this time too.”

Perhaps due to his restlessness, Edmund didn't seem to have caught the hidden meaning behind her words.

Glen's illness had always been a highly-kept secret, and the public knew nothing about his condition.

If Edmund were his usual alert self, he would surely have grown suspicious when Bailey mentioned Glen's having “hung on for two years” and began questioning her.

Fortunately, he was now so worried that realization hadn't dawned on him.

And how did Bailey find out about Glen's illness?

Through a phone call with Veronique, of course.

Two years ago, Veronique had informed Bailey that the eldest son of the Luther family, Artemis, had contacted the former, asking her to return to Hallsbay to operate on Glen.

Yet, she had turned him down immediately while also adding that she wasn't the main surgeon who had operated on the king of Eskaria three years ago; it was a woman called Anonymous.

After failing to retrieve any other information on Anonymous from Veronique, Artemis could only leave things be.

why Artemis

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the granddad of that scumbag

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Glen looked visibly nonchelent

It was clear what

doesn't intend to acknowledge you both as part of

“But we already know, so why should we act like we don't? You have so much

the back of his head a light slap.

into a smile.

Any surgeon can do it but me. Give up

she turned and walked toward the

some reason, her usually-carefree silhouette now

to because this time, no one will come forward to help her like

forward to refute her, only for Susan

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