Jeremiah’s voice was a bit low as he said, “Sixty percent?”
Quentin tightened his grip on the phone, easily picturing what Jeremiah’s expression must be right now.
But sixty percent was his limit. Even if it were a matter of life and death, he couldn’t in good conscience claim a
higher success rate.
Quentin confirmed, “Mr. Chavez, if it were me, it’s only sixty percent.”
A hint of irritation furrowed Jeremiah’s brow, and his demeanor beceven colder.
‘Quentin is only sixty percent confident. If something happens to Zachary, how would | explain it to Yvette?’
Jeremiah thought.
Tristan and his men instinctively shuffled a bit further away from Jeremiah. In the middle of summer, Jeremiah’s
chilling presence was like that of a refrigerator.
Everyone around could hear what Quentin said..
Harold couldn't help but speak up for Quentin, “Sixty percent isn’t low. Dr. Xander is snatching people from the
jaws of death. Nobody in the country could perform this surgery more successfully than him.”
Tristan glanced at Jeremiah, who had an icy expression, and carefully said, “Mr. Chavez, both Dr. Xander and
Harold are top neurosurgeons here. A sixty percent chance is already hard to achieve.”
Jeremiah’s gaze fell on the group. He then spoke into the phone, “Who else can perform this surgery with a
higher success rate than you?”
If anyone else had said this, Quentin would have already burst out in anger. But since it was Jeremiah asking,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuentin merely paused.
Then he continued speaking, “Yes, Mr. Chavez, there's one person. He's the top brain specialist in the world and
my idol, Silas Walson. Even though he’s already sixty, he’s still in great physical and mental shape. If he
performs the patient's surgery, the success rate could reach eighty to ninety percent. However, he’s very
difficult to get. Right now, he’s the director of Mysonna Medical Lab, and it’s almost impossible to see him in
public. Plus, he’s under top-level government protection in Mysonna, so unless he volunteers, there's no way.”
Quentin was well aware of Jeremiah’s ruthless methods. He was really afraid that Jeremiah would just go crazy
and kidnap Silas, given he had done that kind of thing before.
But Mysonna wasn’t Clusia, and Jeremiah was a major general in Clusia. If he did that, it could easily lead to a
conflict between the two countries.
Harold adjusted his glasses.
Silas was a world-class brain specialist, more like a maestro. He was someone one would read about in medical
textbooks.
‘In recent years, Silas only treats presidents and prministers. Why would he humble himself to cto
Seacrity for Zachary’s surgery?’ Harold thought.
It was an unthinkable thing to even suggest, so Harold didn’t see the need to mention it.
Jeremiah’s eyes flashed slightly, with a deep gaze fixed on the operating room ahead.
He hung up the video call. With his distinctive fingers, he tapped the contact list, ready to dial another number.
But before he could press call, a familiar voice cfrom behind.
“That's unnecessary,” the voice said.
Jeremiah’s fingers paused on the phone as he turned around, his eyes softening. The cold aura surrounding him
had mostly faded away.
The others heard the sound too, turning with Jeremiah to look towards the staircase.
Lucas, who had been sitting dazed on the ground, jumped up immediately at the sound.
Yvette was wearing simple sports clothes with worn-out canvas shoes and a black backpack as she walked over
from a distance. Her stunning face made a few of the healthcare staff gasp in awe.
Lucas hurried up, scrambling and crawling as he went.
“Ms. Chambers, you've finally cback! Mr. Chambers, he, he... Lucas cried.
Yvette looked at Lucas, who was both excited and sorrowful, nodding slightly. Her tone was as indifferent as ever,
saying, “Got it.”
Then she turned her gaze to Jeremiah standing behind Lucas.
Tristan and Harold, along with smedical staff, heard Lucas call Yvette Ms. Chambers.
Tristan and Harold also knew about the Chambers family’s affairs. It had caused quite a stir in the city stime
ago, and they had vaguely heard sstories about Yvette.
But seeing Yvette so calm, as if she wasn’t worried at all, made Tristan and Harold feel uneasy. ‘Her father is
lying on a hospital bed, with only a sixty percent chance of success for his surgery. How could she stay so
composed? Isn't that too unfilial?’ Tristan and Harold shared the sthought.
Jeremiah reached out and naturally took Yvette’s black backpack. He smoothly held her slender white hand. In a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlow voice, he said, “Pretty fast.”
Yvette raised an eyebrow, tilted her head slightly, and said with a flat voice, “Not bad.” If she hadn't dawdled
with that pilot, she would have been even faster.
Jeremiah glanced at his watch. Yvette was almost an hour ahead of normal, which was practically impossible.
Tristan was stunned, noticing Jeremiah’s gentle demeanor and attitude towards Yvette. Jeremiah couldn't hide
the tenderness in his eyes. It dawned on Tristan.
‘This girl would undoubtedly hold a prestigious position in the future. Zachary has nurtured an impressive
daughter, even after finding her later. She's climbed the social ladder by associating with this notable figure,
Tristan thought.
Tristan would never have imagined that one year later, he would get this embarrassed. Who was pulling whom
up? At that point, he couldn't even tell anymore.
Harold fumed as he watched Jeremiah and Yvette chatting without any concern for the patient. He frowned at
Yvette with obvious dissatisfaction, and his tone was openly rude.
“Hello, your father is still in surgery, and his condition is critical, Harold said.
Tristan was surprised that in the short the spaced out, Harold had stirred up such a mess.
Tristan quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, “Hello, Ms. Chambers, our deputy director acted impulsively.
Please don’t take it to heart. I'm here to apologize on his behalf.”
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