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Jeremiah’s voice was low as he asked, “Sixty percent?”
Quentin tightened his grip on the phone, easily imagining the look on Jeremiah’s face. But sixty percent was the best he could offer. Even in matters of life and death, he couldn’t, in good conscience, claim a higher success rate.
He confirmed, “Mr. Chavez, if it were me performing the surgery, the success rate is only sixty percent.”
A flicker of irritation crossed Jeremiah’s brow, his demeanor turning colder. Quentin’s only sixty percent confident? If something happens to Zachary, how will I explain it to Yvette?
The air around him seemed to drop in temperature. Tristan and his men instinctively took a step back, sensing the icy atmosphere. It was the middle of summer, but Jeremiah’s presence felt like a chilling winter breeze.
Harold, unable to stay silent, spoke up. “Sixty percent isn’t low. Dr. Xander is known for pulling people from the brink of death. No one in the country can perform this surgery with a better success rate than him.”
Tristan glanced at Jeremiah, noticing his cold expression. Carefully, he added, “Mr. Chavez, both Dr. Xander and Harold are top neurosurgeons. A sixty percent success rate is already an incredible achievement.”
Jeremiah’s gaze swept over the group before he spoke again, his voice sharp. “Who else can perform this surgery with a higher success rate than you?”
If anyone else had asked that question, Quentin would have been furious. But since it was Jeremiah, he paused for a moment, then continued, “Yes, Mr. Chavez. There is one person—Silas Walson. He’s the best brain specialist in the world, and my idol. Even at sixty, he’s in great shape, both physically and mentally. If he performed the surgery, the success rate could go up to eighty or ninety percent. But he’s nearly impossible to get. He’s the director of Mysonna Medical Lab and is under tight government protection. He doesn’t see anyone unless he volunteers.”
Quentin was well aware of Jeremiah’s ruthlessness and feared he might try to force Silas into the surgery, considering Jeremiah’s past actions. But Mysonna wasn’t Clusia, and Jeremiah was a major general there. Taking drastic action could lead to international conflict.
Harold adjusted his glasses, mulling over the information. Silas is a world-class brain surgeon, nearly a mythical figure. He only treats heads of state—presidents and prime ministers. Why would he come to Seacrity for Zachary’s surgery?
The thought of even suggesting that Silas could be involved felt absurd. Harold didn’t see the need to bring it up.
Jeremiah’s eyes flashed with a brief glimmer of something unreadable. He turned, fixing his gaze on the operating room ahead. His fingers hovered over his phone, about to dial another number.
Before he could press the call button, a familiar voice rang out from behind. “That’s unnecessary.”
Jeremiah’s fingers froze, and he turned around. The cold aura around him seemed to dissipate as he softened, his expression shifting to one of warmth.
The others, startled by the sudden change, turned in the direction of the voice. Lucas, still sitting dazed on the ground, jumped up at the sound.
Yvette walked toward them, wearing simple sports clothes, worn-out canvas shoes, and a black backpack. Her striking beauty made a few of the medical staff gasp in surprise.
Lucas scrambled to his feet, rushing to her. “Ms. Chambers, you’re finally back! Mr. Chambers… he… he…” His voice cracked, overwhelmed with emotion.
Yvette nodded slightly at Lucas’s words, her tone as indifferent as ever. “Got it.”
She turned her gaze toward Jeremiah, who was standing just behind Lucas.
Tristan, Harold, and the others noticed Lucas calling Yvette “Ms. Chambers.” They knew the Chambers family had made headlines in the city recently, and a few stories had circulated about Yvette’s background. But seeing her so composed in such a critical moment, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Her father is in surgery, with only a sixty percent chance of survival, and she’s this calm? Isn’t that a bit… unfilial? they both wondered.
Jeremiah instinctively reached out and took Yvette’s black backpack from her. He then gently held her slender hand, his voice soft as he spoke. “You’re pretty fast.”
Yvette raised an eyebrow, her voice flat. “Not bad.” If I hadn’t gotten delayed by that pilot, I would’ve been even faster, she thought to herself.
Jeremiah glanced at his watch, noting that Yvette had arrived almost an hour ahead of schedule. It was practically impossible, and yet she had done it.
Tristan, watching the interaction between Jeremiah and Yvette, was stunned. Jeremiah’s demeanor has completely softened. He’s looking at her with such tenderness. It dawned on him that this girl was someone important, someone who had clearly risen through the ranks in a way no one had anticipated.
Zachary must have raised an impressive daughter, Tristan thought. Even after meeting her later in life, she’s climbed the social ladder and has found herself in this world of power.
In a year’s time, Tristan would find himself embarrassed by his assumptions. He couldn’t even tell who was really pulling whom up anymore.
Meanwhile, Harold was growing frustrated. He watched Jeremiah and Yvette, standing there as if everything were calm and in control, while her father’s life hung in the balance. His voice grew sharper as he spoke to Yvette. “Your father is still in surgery. His condition is critical. Don’t you care?”
Tristan was startled by Harold’s bluntness. He quickly intervened, trying to smooth things over. “Ms. Chambers, our deputy director acted rashly. Please don’t take offense. I apologize on his behalf.”
Harold’s face darkened. He couldn’t understand why Tristan was apologizing to someone who seemed more concerned with her romantic life than her father’s well-being.
Yvette, undeterred, let Jeremiah guide her by the hand as they walked toward Harold and the others. Lucas followed closely behind. Now that Yvette was back, her presence was the final word.
She approached Harold and the medical team with unhurried steps, her gaze cool and composed. Her voice, calm yet polite, cut through the tension. “May I ask who has the medical records?”
The moment Harold lifted his head, he caught a glance from Jeremiah. It made him stiffen slightly.
Worried that Harold might say something unpleasant, Tristan quickly answered. “Ms. Chambers, this is Dr. Anderson, our hospital’s vice president and the lead surgeon for your father’s operation. He performed the surgery and temporarily stabilized your father’s condition. Dr. Anderson is the one most familiar with your father’s current state.”
When Tristan mentioned Zachary’s condition, Harold became more concerned. “Ms. Chambers, your boyfriend has already arranged for Dr. Xander, one of the best neurosurgeons, to fly back to Seacrity. He’ll be here in about five hours, and with him leading the surgery, there’s a sixty percent chance of success.”
Yvette lowered her gaze slightly before glancing at Jeremiah, then back at Harold. Her tone was concise, her words final. “Medical records.”
Harold couldn’t understand why she was so insistent on seeing the medical records. They were filled with complex jargon and symbols that a layperson would find incomprehensible.
Just as Harold was about to refuse, Tristan placed a hand on his arm, signaling him to stop.
Why is Harold acting like this? Tristan thought, exasperated. Can’t he see that she’s already impatient?
Tristan took the medical records from the nurse and handed them to Yvette. “Here are your father’s medical records, Ms. Chambers. Please take your time to review them.”
Tristan didn’t believe for a second that Yvette would understand them. He was handing them over out of respect for Jeremiah, not because he thought Yvette could make sense of the medical details.
