Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Two hours later, Harold managed to obtain a painting from Simon himself, all thanks to Yolanda. This was like an invisible palm slapping hard across Yvonne's face.

However, Harold was too happy about securing Simon's work to notice Yvonne's expression.

He wouldn't have cared much even if he did notice it. After all, from his standpoint, the company's future took precedence over everything else.

Simon was feeling quite good today. After agreeing to Harold's request, he immediately instructed the bodyguards at the door to prepare paper and ink.

Harold and Diana busied themselves around Simon with utmost respect, carefully avoiding any mention of their earlier complaints about Yolanda's unconventional medical treatment.

"I'm going to the washroom," Yolanda said.

She hadn't had the chance to wash her hands after administering acupuncture to Simon. Now that his condition had stabilized, she turned and left the ward.

Harold, Diana, and Yvonne were so focused on Simon's painting that they didn't pay any attention to Yolanda.

…

Just when she stepped out of the washroom after disinfecting her hands, she heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

"Move! Clear the way quickly!"

Just then, several nurses were rushing out of a VIP room, pushing a stretcher bed and hurrying toward the operating room.

"Evan! Evan, hang in there! Just a little bit longer, stay strong!"

A man in a suit was running alongside the stretcher, calling out anxiously to the man, Evan, lying on it.

Yolanda recognized the man in the suit as Zach, whom she encountered at the accident scene last time.

Seeing how urgent the nurses were, she could tell that Evan's condition had worsened.

However, she had already stopped Evan's bleeding that day. Therefore, he should have been completely out of danger after a basic surgery at the hospital.

Yolanda frowned, looking puzzled. She followed the nurses to the operating room instead of returning to Simon's ward.

After the nurses pushed Evan inside, they closed the doors behind them.

The surgery light flicked on and Zach was left standing outside. He punched the wall in frustration, his face full of guilt.

Yolanda approached him.

"Mr. Wright, what happened?"

"Ms. Henderson?"

Zach was momentarily taken aback to see Yolanda, but then he quickly calmed down and said, "Thank you for saving my son that day!"Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He continued, "His health has been poor. Although the surgery after the accident was successful, the shock triggered a recurrence of heart disease."

"Does he have congenital heart disease?" Yolanda asked.

Yolanda had sensed an issue with the meridians around his heart when she was checking his pulse that day. However, she had to stop the bleeding urgently at that time, so she hadn't conducted a thorough examination.

"Yes," Zach said with a sigh. "His mother had congenital heart disease too. She took a great risk giving birth to him, and she passed away not long after he was born.

"To be honest, we didn't agree to have this child at first, but my wife insisted…"

Zach choked as he spoke.

Just then, the surgery light suddenly turned off, and a doctor walked out from the operating room.

"Doctor, how's my son?" Zach hurried forward and asked.

The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry, our team has done everything we can. We've contacted Dr. Derek Davidson, a famous miracle doctor from Riverdale City. He will be here shortly."

They wouldn't usually seek external help.

However, Francesco was out of town and given that the Wright family had been significant benefactors to the hospital, the urgent situation forced them to call Derek, the miracle doctor.

Zach felt his heart sink when he heard the news.

"Doctor, please tell me how much longer my son can hold on given his current condition."