Chapter 671
However, finding the person required time and Malorie could not make it till then.
“Unless what?” asked Henrick anxiously.
Although it was the best-case scenario that Malorie did not die, there was no choice if she did. After all, he had already come up with a backup plan—he would sell Southall Group and pursue his career back in his hometown.
It was simple to control all those foolish people in his hometown. If Malorie could do it, he could do it too.
However, Queenie shook her head. Deciding not to tell him, she said, “It’s nothing. There’s no time.”
“In that case, please let my mother pass away more comfortably.” Henrick pretended to wipe his tears. In reality, when he made the decision to return to his hometown, he had already steeled himself for Malorie’s death.
In his opinion, Malorie was about to die anyway. It was sufficient to live to such a ripe old age, so her death was an event to be celebrated—there was no need for him to grieve.
However, he still had to put up a show.
Queenie nodded and said, “We’ll try our best.”
Not daring to look at Carter, she strode into the emergency room.
A rookie doctor was performing an open-heart operation on Malorie. While he sweated profusely, an assistant wiped his forehead for him.
When the assistant turned around, he saw Queenie entering
His eyes lit up upon spotting what she was holding. He quickly reminded the surgeon, “There’s hope for the patient! Dr. Mill’s here with a robotic pacemaker!”
“Really?” The surgeon immediately froze.
However, Queenie said coldly, “Her family member said that he can’t afford to pay for the machine, so you should just continue with the operation. The family member’s already mentally prepared. Regardless of what the outcome is, he won’t kick up a fuss.”
The surgeon was stunned for a while, but he quickly resumed his actions.
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