Chapter 1403

Chapter 1403 Miracle

"I'm sorry, Godmother. It appears that I'm late." Albert hugged the lady in the wheelchair like a helpless

child.

In the meantime, Doreen tried to lift her arms to touch Albert, but after several attempts, she failed to

do so and was forced to give up in the end with tears welling up in her eyes.

Albert raised his hand and wiped her tears, speaking with a gentle voice. "Don't worry, Godmother. I

found Doctor Bailey, and she is going to look into your condition."

Upon hearing the man's response, Doreen slowly turned her attention to Olivia, who naturally stepped

forward and greeted her with a smile. "General Bleu, I'm Olivia Maxwell."

When Doreen and Olivia's eyes met, the former froze in her wheelchair. For the next few moments, her

eyes remained fixed on Olivia as she couldn't help but find a striking resemblance between her and

someone else she was thinking about in her mind. This was exactly the same way Blanchett looked at

me for the first time.

While not many were aware of Blanchett's lost daughter, Doreen was one of the few who knew the

story. If she didn't die back then, she would be about this old.

She then tried to make a sound in an attempt to beckon for Olivia to come nearer so that she could

take a closer look at her. Nevertheless, with her eyes wide open, all she could do was just make

inaudible mutters.

Although she didn't manage to utter a single word clearly, her agitation was still obvious to notice.

Meanwhile, Albert thought that Doreen was just excited to see Olivia as he quickly tried to calm her

down. "Don't worry, Godmother. Miss Maxwell is my friend, and I told her about your condition. She

wouldn't have come with me to see you if she weren't confident at all. So, trust me. She will cure you."

"Mr. Bleu, it'd be better for General Bleu to lie down in bed as I run a check-up on her," Olivia said.

"Sure," Albert responded, bending over before carrying Doreen from the wheelchair to the bed in the

bedroom. At the same time, Doreen's gaze never left Olivia at all—even when she was being carried

by Albert.

After putting Doreen on the bed, he felt a stab of pain in his heart because he could barely feel her

weight. She is getting skinnier and skinnier. "She is yours, Miss Maxwell. Please take a look at her."

Olivia then replied with an affirmative hum and took a few steps forward just as a servant brought a

chair for her to sit. Upon sitting on the chair, she seized Doreen's wrist and closed her eyes to

concentrate, carefully trying to diagnose her condition. As she expected, Doreen's condition was so

critical that any more delays could prove to be fatal. After all, all of the organs in her body had already

failed to function.

While everyone in the room nervously watched Olivia do her job, Albert, who was extremely nervous,

didn't dare to take his eyes off her.

Although he had faith in Olivia's honorable character, he was still a little worried because he was not

sure how good of a doctor Olivia was, not to mention Doreen's critical condition. Despite the small

country that they lived in, Albert believed their nation was full of candidates with what it would take to

treat Doreen. Nevertheless, after approaching so many doctors, neither of them was able to even get

close to success. Therefore, he was worried that Olivia would fail like the other doctors, who said they

were sorry because there was nothing else they could do in the end. Godmother is going to be so

disappointed if there is nothing Olivia can do.

Meanwhile, the others felt the same way as Albert did as they all wished Doreen could recover as soon

as possible. However, Eugene was the only one who looked at Olivia with a pair of loving eyes. Deep

down, he wasn't worried about Olivia's chances of succeeding. After all, he could never forget the first

time that Olivia promised to cure his grandfather of his disease accurately after she ran a diagnosis on

him. Instead of worrying about Olivia, he was too engrossed in admiring her beauty when her serious

look gave off a charming aura that captured everyone's attention. Thank God Olivia is my wife! Eugene

couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a professional yet beautiful lady as his wife.

Soon, Olivia let go of Doreen's wrist and said, "Try lifting your arm, General Bleu." She pointed at

Doreen's right arm.

If someone else was saying that to her, Doreen would probably not bother to try at all because she had

tried and failed to do so more than hundreds of times. In fact, when her disease first took a toll on her,

she was only unable to move her wrist, but now, she couldn't even move her arm at all as she

struggled to muster her strength. No matter how hard she tried to lift her arms up, they just remained

still, as if they were trying to defy her orders. Nonetheless, she decided to give it a try at that moment,

hoping that a miracle would happen.