Chapter 287

Chapter 287:

Unable to refuse, Susan gave a small, hesitant nod and took Madisyn to the hospital. Madisyn had assumed that Susan’s grandfather was in a hospital in Gemond, but to her surprise, they pulled up in front of a hospital in Ansport instead. He was in a VIP ward.

The VIP ward was known for its opulence, a place where luxury came with a staggering price tag that most families could only dream of affording. As they walked through the gleaming corridors, Madisyn couldn’t help but notice how much thinner Susan had become. Her heart tightened with concern; whatever Susan had been enduring lately had clearly taken its toll.

When they entered the room, Susan’s grandfather was sleeping, his chest rising and falling in the deep, slow rhythm of someone who had fought many battles and was now weary. Age had taken its toll, sapping the strength from his limbs. His hands, lying limp on the white sheets, seemed almost as delicate as porcelain.

Susan’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she gazed at her grandfather’s frail frame. Since her mother’s passing, he had been the only family member who loved her. Now, seeing him in such a sorry state, she felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

“Grandpa,” Susan whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I brought a friend. She said she knows how to help you. Please, you have to get better.”

Madisyn observed quietly, her initial assumptions unraveling. Despite his illness, there was a certain dignity about Susan’s grandfather, an air of grace that illness had not yet stolen. His skin was pale but not sickly; his features, though softened by age, still bore the marks of a life well-lived.

It dawned on Madisyn that perhaps Susan’s family wasn’t as ordinary as she had first thought. After a careful examination, Madisyn asked Susan to retrieve the medical records. As she reviewed them, a sense of confidence settled over her. The situation was serious, no doubt, but it wasn’t as dire as some cases she had seen.

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“Prepare for the surgery,” Madisyn said with calm assurance. “Your grandfather will be fine.”

Susan’s face brightened, a spark of hope flickering in her eyes. “Are you sure, Madisyn? Will my grandfather really make it out of this alive?”

“Yes,” Madisyn replied, her tone firm and reassuring. “Trust me on this.”

Susan met Madisyn’s gaze and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew Madisyn wouldn’t make such promises unless she was certain.

Madisyn continued, “Now, just focus on getting everything ready for the surgery. It will happen in a week.”

“Okay!” Susan’s voice held newfound strength as she nodded, determination replacing her earlier despair.

Over the following week, Madisyn visited Susan’s grandfather nearly every day. On the day of the surgery, she handled the preparations with meticulous care. Her plans were known only to the hospital director, whom she quietly instructed to have her surgical attire and an assistant ready for the operation.

“Are you out of your mind, Susan? Who’s going to perform the surgery? Do you seriously want to kill your grandfather?” A sharp voice echoed down the corridor, her words sharp and accusatory.

It was Mara. She approached the medical team just as they were about to enter the operating room.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked the doctor who had covered his face with a mask.

Susan tried to pull Mara away, her eyes flashing with anger and exasperation. “It’s none of your business! Stop pretending you care about my grandfather. Just leave!”

“If I didn’t care, would I be here?” Mara shot back, her tone brimming with righteous indignation. “You’re so ungrateful, Susan!”

But then, as her eyes landed on someone in the distance, her voice softened. “Susan, I know you’re desperate, but you can’t just trust anyone. Do you even know who this doctor is? What if something goes wrong?”

At that moment, Esteban, who had just arrived, cut through the tension with a disapproving voice. “Susan, you don’t even know who will perform the surgery? You’re being reckless!”

As the argument grew more intense, Madisyn observed the family, deducing their identities from their attire. It wasn’t her imagination; she had indeed seen Susan recently. It turned out her good friend was a member of the powerful Riggs family. Yet, it was equally clear that Susan held little influence within that circle. Perhaps that was why she had kept her true identity hidden.

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