Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 413

Stella wasn't intimidated in the slightest. She smiled and said, "Uncle Vincent, all you need to know is that I can help Grandpa. Everyone has their little secrets, don't they?"

She didn't want to feed him the usual excuse about learning from a village healer; Vincent was far too sharp to be fooled by that.

He looked at Julius. "Julius, did you know she practiced medicine?"

Julius met Stella's eyes, silently asking for permission. She nodded.

"Uncle Vincent, you can trust Stella," Julius said. "I don't know who her mentor was either, but to be honest, she was the one who cured my legs. Without her, I'd probably be dead. Please keep that between us."

His uncle was notoriously cautious, incredibly reliable, and possessed a shrewd mind. Julius knew his secret was safe with him.

Stella carried many secrets, some of which even he, as her husband, didn't know. But he had never thought about interrogating her. Just like she said, everyone had secrets. She had her reasons for keeping quiet.

"Stella is right," Vincent conceded. "I won't pry. Are you absolutely certain you can cure his illness?"

"I'm being conservative here," Stella replied. "I need to review all of his test results and consult with his attending physician before I can give a definitive answer. I won't make grand promises right now, but I can at least ensure he isn't in constant agony."

Her grandfather's condition was serious. She needed the data from the advanced medical imaging to finalize her assessment.

"Alright, I trust you. I'll arrange a meeting with his doctor first thing tomorrow morning."

Vincent knew exactly how severe Julius's leg injury had been. He had even used his own connections to bring in top international specialists, yet none of them could fix it. To think Stella had been the one to cure him.

It seemed his nephew had struck gold.

"Thank you. We'll head back for now and see you in the morning."

"Alright, drive safe," Vincent said, watching them leave.

"Alright, let's eat together. Thank you, darling."

The food was already made; complaining would just be ungrateful. It was better to say what he wanted to hear.

Sure enough, Julius smiled and happily began peeling a hard-boiled egg for her.

After breakfast, they headed to the hospital.

Timothy had already arrived, bringing breakfast for Vincent and Wilfred, just as they had agreed the night before.

After a full night's rest, Wilfred looked significantly better. He was currently being examined by his attending physician.

"It's a miracle. An absolute miracle," Dr. Jordan marveled as he finished the check-up. "Mr. Vaughn's symptoms have improved drastically."