The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Victor was the head of the respiratory department, and Eleanor was his patient.

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No matter how awkward things got earlier, the patient’s condition was what mattered most now. And he didn’t want to miss the chance to watch The Gardener treat a patient firsthand.

Avery bit her lip, finally steeling herself. She smoothed her jacket and headed for the door. This might be the only opportunity she’d ever get to watch The Gardener treat someone up close.

Behind her, the other experts shared a look and trailed after her.

In no time, the conference room had emptied out.

Harold brought up the rear, taking his time. He watched the hurried figures ahead and gently shook his head. ‘Humans are always the same. They mock first, and then the moment she proves them wrong, they’re all pushing in to watch her save lives.‘

Soon, they arrived at Room 1508. The door was left slightly open, and through the gap, they could see a busy figure moving around inside.

When they pushed the door open, a man at the bedside stood up and turned to face them. His eyes were red–rimmed. He was Adrian Whitmore, Eleanor’s son.

When he saw the crowd pour in, he paused, instinctively searching for a familiar face.

Victor hurried over. “Adrian, this is The Gardener. She’s here to treat Eleanor.”

Adrian’s eyes settled on Natalie. ‘She’s way too young. Probably as old as my daughter.‘

But his gaze lingered for just a second. Without any doubt or surprise, he just gave a small nod. “Please, help her,” he said. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time.

Natalie took a look at him.

He looked to be in his forties. His eyes were red and ringed with dark shadows, and his lips were dry and cracked. It was obvious he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately.

She withdrew her gaze, without another word, just nodded slightly, and headed straight for the bed.

Eleanor lay still, her eyes closed, her complexion pale and almost wax–like. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, and a faint tension lingered between her brows even in unconsciousness.

The monitors beside the bed flickered continuously, with heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen saturation readings all unstable.

Matalie stopped forward and lightly pressed two fingers against the inside of Eleanor’s wrist, assessing the rhythm beneath the skire.

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Chapter 64

Victor was the head of the respiratory department, and Eleanor was his patient.

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No matter how awkward things got earlier, the patient’s condition was what mattered most now. And he didn’t want to miss the chance to watch The Gardener treat a patient firsthand.

Avery bit her lip, finally steeling herself. She smoothed her jacket and headed for the door. This might be the only opportunity she’d ever get to watch The Gardener treat someone up close.

Behind her, the other experts shared a look and trailed after her..

In no time, the conference room had emptied out.

Harold brought up the rear, taking his time. He watched the hurried figures ahead and gently shook his head. ‘Humans are always the same. They mock first, and then the moment she proves them wrong, they’re all pushing in to watch her save

lives.‘

Soon, they arrived at Room 1508. The door was left slightly open, and through the gap, they could see a busy figure

moving around inside.

When they pushed the door open, a man at the bedside stood up and turned to face them. His eyes were red–rimmed. He was Adrian Whitmore, Eleanor’s son.

When he saw the crowd pour in, he paused, instinctively searching for a familiar face.

Victor hurried over. “Adrian, this is The Gardener. She’s here to treat Eleanor.”

Adrian’s eyes settled on Natalie. ‘She’s way too young. Probably as old as my daughter.‘

But his gaze lingered for just a second. Without any doubt or surprise, he just gave a small nod. “Please, help her,” he said. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time.

Natalie took a look at him.

He looked to be in his forties. His eyes were red and ringed with dark shadows, and his lips were dry and cracked. It was

obvious he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately.

She withdrew her gaze, without another word, just nodded slightly, and headed straight for the bed.

Eleanor lay still, her eyes closed, her complexion pale and almost wax–like. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, and a faint tension lingered between her brows even in unconsciousness.

The monitors beside the bed flickered continuously, with heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen saturation readings all

unstable.

Natalie stepped forward and lightly pressed two fingers against the inside of Eleanor’s wrist, assessing the rhythm

beneath the skin.

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Chapter 64

It was faint and irregular, barely perceptible, exactly as she had expected.

“Larkin,” she called.

“Here.” Larkin stepped forward at once, setting the small case on the table and flipping it open.

“The needles.”

Victor and the others quietly entered, keeping to one side so they wouldn’t interfere, their eyes fixed on Natalie.

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