Chapter 244

"Of course. Only Dr. Andrew can do it. His crushed bones needed to be

reassembled. If not..."

Sylvia looked at her exhausted coworkers and smiled. "Guys, cheer up.

Let's do the aftermath. Push the patient to the ICU for a 24-hour

observation.”

"OK, Dr. Sylvia."

The nurses struggled to stand up to deal with the aftermath.

“Thank you all for your hard work. I'll treat you to dinner in Royal

Galaxy Restaurant today.” With those words, Sylvia left the operating

room.

The doctors and nurses cheered behind her.

"What? Royal Galaxy Restaurant!"

"Dr. Sylvia is awesome!"

Sylvia pushed the door open and saw Winter sitting on the bench.

Holding a tablet, she seemed to be working.

Upon hearing the door open, Winter stood up and walked to her. "Dr.

Sylvia, how's my father doing?"

“The operation is successful. He needs to rest for a while." Sylvia took

off the mask and sucked in the fresh air.

She felt tired and was about to return to her office for a rest.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the corridor. A woman yelled harshly,

"Clark Wilson, what's wrong with you? Why didn’t you inform us about

Dad's operation?"

"Sarai..." Winter turned around to greet her. The next second, she was

slapped across her face, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet

corridor.

"Shut up, bitch! Who do you think you are? How dare you call me

Sarai!" Sarai Wilson glared at Winter fiercely. "Everyone knows you

sleep with Clark Wilson."

The mid-aged woman was the oldest daughter of the Wilson family,

Sarai Wilson.

Behind her was the oldest son and daughter-in-law of the family, Ruben

Wilson and his wife Emery. Emery pretended to be kind and tugged

Sarai's sleeve. "Winter is also our family, Sarai. She's our sister-in-law.

You should show some respect to her in public.”

Feeling the burning pain in her cheek, Winter covered her red, swollen

face. Instead of looking confident and proud in Wilson Group, she bit

her lip tightly. However, she stubbornly held back her tears.

After taking a deep breath, she looked at Sarai, neither humbly nor

arrogantly. "Sarai, what have I done to irritate you?"

Sarai sneered, "Dad has surgery. Isn't it super important? Clark was too

busy to inform us. Why didn't you tell us? How dare you hide it!"

Since Clark took over the Wilson Group, he fiercely suppressed his

uncles and aunts.

Only Winter had become his assistant in the company.

Other family members had disliked Winter for a long time. Mylo had

been sick and needed surgery, but none informed them.

Upon hearing the news, they rushed to the hospital. They scolded

Winter because she was a pushover.

Therefore, they vented anger at her.

Winter looked at her in disgrace. "Mr. Wilson told me what to do with

Dad's surgery. If you want to take care of him, you can watch him in the

hospital from now on. My husband is still at home. Please excuse me."

When she turned around to leave, Sarai grabbed her hair and dragged

her backward.

Feeling the pain in her scalp, Winter gripped her hands tightly. “Let go!

Let go of me!"

She staggered under Sarai's force. Her ankle twisted, so her high heels

were lost. However, the pain in her scalp was too fierce.

"Bitch! How many men have you hit on to become the chairwoman of

the foundation?" Sarai roared at her in jealousy.

Back then, when the Wilson Philanthropic Foundation had first been

founded, Sarai longed to become the foundation's chairwoman.

However, the position finally fell into Winter's hands.

In the past few years, other members of the Wilson family could only

stay in the retirement home or do some unimportant jobs. Only Winter

had a good position in the Wilson Group and was trusted by Clark.

All other Wilsons had hated her for a long time.

Therefore, they made Mylo's operation an excuse to give her a hard

time.

Sylvia was watching the scene silently, as she never liked anyone in

the Wilson Group.

However, seeing Sarai bully Winter so violently, Sylvia couldn't keep

watching without doing anything. She wasn't a saint, nor did she pity

Winter.

Frowning, she strode up to them, pinched Sarai's wrist, and reminded

her, "Ms. Wilson, you cannot make trouble in the hospital. Don't disturb

the patients.”

"Who are you? Who do you think you are? I'm teaching my sister-in-law

a lesson. Mind your own business." Sarai felt a sharp pang in her wrist,

so she had to let go of Winter and shook off Sylvia's hand.

“You are in a hospital. Mr. Mylo Wilson is my patient. Can you bear the

consequences if my patient is interrupted?" Sylvia gazed at her coldly.

Rubbing her aching wrist, Sarai glared at Sylvia. She was stunned by

Sylvia's beauty but didn't believe she was Mylo's surgeon.

"Stop bluffing! I've never seen a surgeon of your age. If you are my

father's attending doctor, I can eat shit," Sarai sneered in disdain.

The next second, more than ten bodyguards in black rushed out from

nowhere. They were well-trained with strong auras, attracting people's

attention.

The man in the lead was holding a basin of a black mud-like thing.

Before Sarai saw what it was, several bodyguards had rushed to her

and kept her in control.

Jasper kicked her to kneel to Sylvia with a loud bang.

The basin was tossed in front of her. "Please go ahead, Ms. Wilson."

Sarai was over 40, but she took care of herself well. She gaped in

horror, her makeup cracked. "Who are you? What do you want? How

dare you bully me aboveboard! Do you know who I am?"

She was sickened by the thing in the basin. The stink made her almost

vomit.

The bodyguards pressed her toward the basin, her face almost clung to

the thing.

Pressing her lips tightly, Sarai widened her eyes. Tears welled up in

them.

Other Wilsons were also shocked, watching the scene in a daze.

They wondered where those bodyguards in black were from.

Ruben was the first one to return to his senses. He rushed over without

hesitation and wanted to rescue his sister from the bodyguards.

However, he was too weak to win against them in fighting.

He yelled angrily, "She's my older sister. Clark Wilson won't let go of

you if you dare to force her to eat shit."

"Really?" a man snorted coldly. While walking toward them, he asked

the man next to him, "Mr. Wilson, what will you do to me?"

A steely, gloomy voice sounded in mockery, "Don't be kidding, Mr.

Maskelyne. They are all scumbags. Not worth me sparing a glance.”

Ruben widened his eyes, looking toward the voices. In disbelief, he

flinched.

Two tall, sturdy men were walking toward them from the end of the

corridor, but their temperaments differed utterly.

They both were in black suits. Franklin looked stern, noble, and

elegant. When he walked, he stuffed a hand into his suit pants pocket.

His strong aura made him a focus.

Compared to him, Clark was less attractive. However, his feminine face

was better looking than a pretty woman's. The gloominess on it made

people staring at him shiver in fear.