Chapter 150

Stunned at first, Felicity swiftly caught on. “Have you found Anonymous?” she asked impassively.

“No, not Anonymous,” Edmund offhandedly replied.

As Cadence thoroughly despised Anonymous, Bay could not show up in that identity, or things could otherwise get more complicated than they need to be.

“Who is it then?” Felicity continued to press.

Edmund pondered over it before he offered her an ambiguous answer. “I have a friend from overseas who is a leading expert on the surgical discipline. She has had experience performing similar procedures with positive results and reckons the success rate to be at least fifty percent.”

“What?” Felicity shot up from the couch in a state of agitation. “F-Fifty percent? Are you saying that she is confident of achieving fifty percent in succeeding with the operation?”

“That's right. Doctors would usually provide more conservative estimates to give themselves more leeway, so I suppose that, by quoting a fifty out of hundred, she must be at least seventy percent certain of success.”

Felicity strode forward briskly and seized him by the wrist. “Where is she? When will she be able to come to Hallsbay?”

Lowering his gaze, Edmund calmly replied, “Artemis has already gone to reach out to her himself. I'm sure he'll have her brought in in another two or three more days.”

While Felicity stared at him, her eyes swept back and forth across his face several times in deep scrutiny. “Are you sure this isn't something you've come up with to fob me off?” she asked solemnly.

Edmund could not restrain his own amusement. “This concerns Grandpa's life, Aunt Felicity, so how could I possibly joke about something like that? Rest assured that my friend will be able to save him and return a healthy Old Mr. Chivers to both the Chivers and the Luthers.”

Gritting her teeth, Felicity acted as though she had come to a decision. “Fine. I'll give you all three days. If I don't see this friend of who you speak by then, I'd have Cadence helm the operation no matter what. When that time comes, none of you should expect to be able to talk me out of it.”

course. We shall abide by whatever you

of the

backboard, Artemis had a look of gratification about him while he savored the

worth getting

he reveal that it was Anonymous. That's why I'm a little concerned that your mother and uncle might be

woman with a frown. “Do you think that they would

That got Bailey stumped.

I suppose. There is probably no one else out there who would be amendable to a proposal

around the fingers she was using to hold the spoon reassuringly. “You need only focus on preparing for the operation. Let me handle the rest of

animosity toward me, as

for that long and had only met on a handful of occasions, so why are you risking

I be able to make up for

left speechless

later, Artemis appeared inside the living room of the Chivers residence

and grabbed her son by the hands while she completely ignored the woman beside him, who she hated to the very fiber of her own being. “Didn't you fly overseas to enlist the aid of an expert? Where is he? Have you managed

snorted and started chiding, “Why on earth did you bring this woman here? Surely you're not expecting this seamstress who is only capable of putting together a couple of awful clothing designs to pick up the scalpel and operate on your

should keep a close eye on your precious daughter to make sure that she doesn't put on the terrible gowns that I've made for her coming-of-age ceremony. It could end up being quite the embarrassment for your family,

at her in rage. “Who do you think you are, throwing your weight

only grew brighter. “If memory serves, you got married and left the Chivers residence some thirty years ago and have adopted the Luther family name as your own since. As far as that goes, you no longer have any direct ties to the Chivers family. As for myself, being wedded to your nephew makes me the lady of the Chivers residence and will continue to be so for the next half of

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