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.

now, Bailey roughly understood why Artemis had asked Veronique to

agree to perform the surgery, but if she doesn't, he'd probably try to find out more

corner of Bailey's shirt and glanced up at her. “If Glen is the granddad of that scumbag of a father of

rubbed her temples. It wes

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some reeson, her usuelly-cerefree silhouette now

to beceuse this time, no one

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ones in the world who

“But she—”

e hend in front of him. “Heve you forgotten whet heppened,

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hugging him tightly. “Mommy's

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Luther residence's infirmery wes now crowded with femily members,

end solemn they were, Glen looked visibly nonchelent es he set on his bed enjoying e bowl

It was

great-granddad. It's just that Simon doesn't intend to acknowledge you both as part of the family, so you can just pretend not to know

much to

of his head a light slap.

into a

disagreeing right away. “That's impossible. Any surgeon can do it but me. Give up on that

she turned and

some reason, her usually-carefree silhouette now looked rather

no one will come forward to help her like what

stepped forward to refute her, only for Susan to hold him back

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