As they were leaving the Clark family's home, Anastasia lingered behind to speak with Marlon. “Thank you for your help today, Mr. Clark.”
Marlon replied, “It was just a small favor, Ms. Sterling. Please don’t mention it.”
Indeed, the favor Anastasia had asked for was to switch the patient and use the bed curtains to conceal her identity.
Marlon hadn't understood her intentions at first, but now he was beginning to see the picture. He knew better than to pry into the internal affairs of the Global Harmony Medical Institute, so he simply said, “If you need any more help, Ms. Sterling, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“I will,” Anastasia said with a nod. She didn’t leave immediately, adding, “There is one other thing I wanted to discuss with you today, Mr. Clark. I happened to mention your wife’s condition, and Mr. Austin and Mr. Brown heard about it. They’d like to come and take a look, if that’s convenient for you.”
Knowing the tragedy that had befallen Mrs. Clark in her past life, Anastasia had no intention of standing by and doing nothing.
However, if she were to expose Steven or treat Mrs. Clark herself, she doubted Marlon would trust her.
So, she decided to bring in Bruno.
Unexpectedly, Aubrey had been nearby during the call and, after overhearing, insisted on coming along.
“Mr. Austin and Mr. Brown?” Marlon was stunned, thinking he must have misheard.
Anastasia nodded. “Yes. Is that convenient?”
“Convenient? Of course, it’s convenient!” Marlon was so excited he was almost incoherent. “How could it be inconvenient? For those two to see my wife… I couldn’t ask for more!”
These were Mr. Austin and Mr. Brown, the two men he had tried and failed to get an appointment with, no matter who he asked.
Back at the Global Harmony Medical Institute.
Queena’s face darkened. “Are you threatening me?!”
“I’m not threatening you, I’m just stating a fact!” Yves didn’t dare provoke her further. “Besides, for my brother’s sake, you have to help me!”
Queena’s mood was foul.
She truly regretted helping this idiot.
And this was just the first time. What about later? Yves clearly lacked the skill to survive at the institute on his own. Would she have to keep helping him? It seemed like a commitment with no end in sight.
“Fine! I’ll figure something out!” she snapped, glaring at him. “But you’d better know what to say and what not to say. If you drag me into this—”
Yves’s anger instantly turned to relief. “Don’t worry, Queena. You’ve been so good to me. If anything happens, I’ll never say your name!”

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