Chapter 206

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 became even colder.

‘Quentin is only sixty percent confident. If something happens to Zachary, how would I 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, Quentin 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 prime ministers. Why would he humble himself to come to 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 came from 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 come back! 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 some medical 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 some time ago, and they had vaguely heard some stories 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 same thought.

Jeremiah reached out and naturally took Yvette’s black backpack. He smoothly held her slender white hand. In a low 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 time he 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.”

08:17 Thu, Oct 17 Chapter 206 0、., 79%_ +5 Harold’s face turned sour. He couldn’t understand why Tristan was apologizing. A girl who didn’t care about her father and was more interested in her love life was simply too much.

Yvette let Jeremiah lead her by the hand.

Lucas followed beside them. Now that Yvette was back, she had the final say.

Yvette walked up to Harold’s group, her gaze unhurried, with a cool demeanor in her eyes. Her tone was calm yet polite, asking.

“May I ask who has the medical records?”

As soon as Harold lifted his head, he caught sight of a gaze from Jeremiah and felt his body tense slightly.

Worried that Harold might say something unpleasant, Tristan answered first, “Ms. Chambers, this is Dr. Anderson, our hospital’s vice president and your father’s lead surgeon. He has spent five hours operating on Mr. Chambers and has temporarily saved his life. Right now, Dr. Anderson is the one who understands your father’s condition the best.”

When Tristan mentioned Zachary’s condition, Harold was concerned.

“Ms. Chambers, your boyfriend has already found a top brain surgeon, Dr. Xander from the finest neurology department. He’s flying back here to Seacrity as we speak and should arrive in about five hours. With him leading the surgery, there is a 60%

chance of success,” Harold said.

Yvette slightly lowered her eyes, glanced at Jeremiah, and then looked back at Harold. Yvette said concisely, “Medical record.”

Harold couldn’t understand why Yvette was so determined to look at the medical records. The medical records were filled with specialized medical jargon and symbols that an average person couldn’t understand.

People online jokingly said that everything written by doctors looked like hieroglyphics. Because of the complex terminology, there were specific abbreviations understood only by those in the medical field.

Just as Harold was about to refuse, Tristan took his hand and pressed it firmly.

Tristan felt like his head was spinning, thinking, ‘How could someone who usually seems so sensible act foolishly at a time like this? Couldn’t he see that the person next to him is already impatient?’

Tristan took the medical records from the nurse behind Harold and handed them to Yvette.

“Ms. Chambers, here are your father’s medical records. Take your time, look through them carefully,” Tristan said.

Tristan didn’t believe Yvette could understand. It was merely out of respect for Jeremiah to hand out the records.