The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 713

Peter said nothing, his attention still fixed on the report.

The analysis revealed that the poison in his son had spread to his vital organs.

With a knitted brow, he questioned, "If this poison has spread into his vital organs, why didn't the hospital notify me?"

Clarence immediately scoffed, seizing the opportunity to make a fuss.

"Obviously, she made the whole thing up. This grand tale about consulting top doctors is probably fabricated to cover up her incompetence and gain your trust. Think about it. She's never even seen Ged in person. How could she know his precise state and then supposedly spend so much effort diagnosing it? Don't tell me you're actually falling for this?"

He then added, dripping with sarcasm, "Neera, your talent for lying through your teeth is truly unparalleled."

Neera, however, chose to remain silent, fixing Peter with an unwavering gaze.

Clarence's argumentation appeared to have convinced Peter. He began to have doubts about the report that appeared out of nowhere.

While Peter was caught in a moment of indecision, Clarence urged impatiently, "Enough with the stalling. Let's vote. The sooner this is settled, the faster Jean can return home for proper care, isn't that right, Frederic?"

He cast a provocative glance at Frederic, then ignored his glum expression.

Following that, he signaled Peter.

Peter, looking visibly distressed, paused momentarily before saying, "I disagree..."

The atmosphere tensed as Neera's face darkened, and Ian's unease was evident.

Peter, on the other hand, couldn't finish his sentence. A call from the hospital had cut him off.

"Mr. Beauvort, your son has had a sudden episode and has been rushed to the operating room! The doctors attempted resuscitation but failed. We discovered after an examination that the toxins inside him had spread rapidly throughout his body. We've issued the first critical illness notice. You need to come immediately!"

Peter jumped up abruptly from the chair and yelled, "WHAT?!"

His complexion was shockingly pale. He found it hard to believe that Neera's prediction had come true.

In a frantic daze, he brushed everything aside and hurriedly approached Neera, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

"I…I agree! Clarence needs to go!"

Swallowing hard, this time he spoke eloquently; he pleaded, "Neera, please save my son. He's going to die. A critical illness notice has been issued by the hospital. Please, please save him!"

At the age of fifty, it was heartbreaking to see his eyes turn red.

A sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Clarence, too, was taken aback.

Neera, on the other hand, remained calm. She had foreseen this and had sneaky suspicions while reviewing Ged's medical records.

Philbert had mentioned that the toxin was nearing the core of the vital organs.

Being so young and having received a shot from Thora, the child likely didn't have much time left.

She had calculated the outbreak's timing. Surprisingly, she was dead on, and his episode erupted exactly at this moment.

Since Peter had cast his vote, she wouldn't put on any airs. She recognized the gravity of the situation and promised, "Don't worry, I'll save him."

She then cast a glance at Jean.

He had begun to feel better. His complexion had improved from before.

Understanding her silent query, he gave a soft nod and said, "Go ahead."

Worried about leaving Jean in his state, Neera turned to Ian and said, "Take care of him. I'm heading to the hospital now."

Ian stood upright and replied respectfully, "Rest assured, Mrs. Beauvort. I've got this."

Neera quickly left with Peter.

Upon her arrival at the hospital, the medical team, having been informed in advance, greeted her and ensured she had immediate access to all she needed.

The attending doctors promptly briefed Neera about Gerald's situation as she put on her medical attire.

They were in the operating room within ten minutes.

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The drama that had earlier broken out intensified the tension at the shareholder's meeting.

Jean, having gathered himself, sat up straight. His momentum felt even more imposing, suffocating those around him.

His piercing eyes scanned the crowd coldly until his gaze fell on Clarence.

"It appears that the voting result is clear. Uncle Clarence, I would appreciate it if you could return the original shares and refrain from participating in any board matters in the future. The legal department will send you a letter outlining how much you owe the company for your deficits. I expect full reimbursement. Down to the last cent."