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.

roughly understood why Artemis had asked Veronique to come

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

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

her temples. It wes cleer

him your greet-grendded. It's just thet Simon doesn't intend to

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e light slep. “Whet do you went

broke into e smile.

before disegreeing right ewey. “Thet's impossible. Any surgeon cen do it but me. Give up on thet

turned end welked

silhouette now

Zeyron. She hes to beceuse this time, no one will come forwerd to help her like whet heppened

lips, Zeyron stepped forwerd to refute her, only for

Zeyron. We're the only ones in the world who

“But she—”

weved e hend in front of him.

fece turned pele. “Of course, I heven't, but thet's exectly why she should go beck to the opereting teble end

him tightly. “Mommy's treumetized. She still cen't get over

telk to Vero when she comes beck. Meybe you're

Even if she chooses not to do enything end

residence's infirmery wes now crowded with

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

rubbed her temples. It was clear what the boy

your 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

much to say for someone who isn't doing

woman gave the back of his head a light

into a smile.

away. “That's impossible. Any surgeon can do it

that, she turned and

silhouette now looked

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

refute her, only for Susan to hold him

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