Chapter 713 Turnabout
Peter said nothing, his attention still fixed on the report.
The analysis revealed that the poison in his son had spread to his vital org ans.
With a knitted brow, he questioned, âIf this poison has spread into his vital org ans, why didnât the hospital notify me?â
Clarence immediately scoffed, seizing the opportunity to make a fuss.
âObviously, she made the whole thing up. This grand tale about consulting top doctors is probably fabricated to cover up her incompetence and gain your trust. Think about it. Sheâs never even seen Ged in person. How could she know his precise state and then supposedly spend so much effort
diagnosing it? Donât tell me youâre actually falling for this?â
He then added, dripping with sarcasm, âNeera, your talent for lying through your teeth is truly
unparalleled.â
Neera, however, chose to remain silent, fixing Peter with an unwavering gaze.
Clarenceâs argumentation appeared to have convinced Peter. He began to have doubts about the report that appeared out of nowhere.
While Peter was caught in a moment of indecision, Clarence urged impatiently, âEnough with the
stalling. Letâs vote. The sooner this is settled, the faster Jean can return home for proper care, isnât
that right, Frederic?â
He cast a provocative glance at Frederic, then ignored his glum expression.
Following that, he signaled Peter.
Peter, looking visibly distressed, paused momentarily before saying, âI disagreeâ¦â
The atmosphere tensed as Neeraâs face darkened, and lanâs unease was evident.
Peter, on the other hand, couldnât finish his sentence. A call from the hospital had cut him off.
âMr. Beauvort, your son has had a sudden episode and has been rushed to the operating room! The doctors attempted resuscitation but failed. We discovered after an examination that the toxins inside him had spread rapidly throughout his body. Weâve issued the first critical illness notice. You Peter jumped up abruptly from the chair and yelled, âWHAT?!â
His complexion was shockingly pale. He found it hard to believe that Neeraâs prediction had come
true.
In a frantic daze, he brushed everything aside and hurriedly approached Neera, nearly tripping
over his own feet in the process.
âIâ¦I agree! Clarence needs to go!â
Swallowing hard, this time he spoke eloquently; he pleaded, âNeera, please save my son. Heâs going to die. A critical illness notice has been issued by the hospital. Please, please save him!â
At the age of fifty, it was heartbreaking to see his eyes turn red.
A sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
Clarence, too, was taken aback.
Neera, on the other hand, remained calm. She had foreseen this and had sneaky suspicions while reviewing Gedâs medical records.
Philbert had mentioned that the toxin was nearing the core of the vital org ans.
Being so young and having received a shot from Thora, the child likely didnât have much time left.
She had calculated the outbreakâs timing. Surprisingly, she was dead on, and his episode erupted
exactly at this moment.
Since Peter had cast his vote, she wouldnât put on any airs. She recognized the gravity of the situation and promised, âDonât worry, Iâll save him.â
She then cast a glance at Jean.
He had begun to feel better. His complexion had improved from before.
Understanding her silent query, he gave a soft nod and said, âGo ahead.â
Worried about leaving Jean in his state, Neera turned to lan and said, âTake care of him. Iâm heading to the hospital now.â
He had begun to feel better. His complexion had improved from before.
Understanding her silent query, he gave a soft nod and said, âGo ahead.â
Worried about leaving Jean in his state, Neera turned to Ian and said, âTake care of him. Iâm heading to the hospital now.â
Ian stood upright and replied respectfully, âRest assured, Mrs. Beauvort. Iâve got this.â
Neera quickly left with Peter.
Upon her arrival at the hospital, the medical team, having been informed in advance, greeted her
and ensured she had immediate access to all she needed.
The attending doctors promptly briefed Neera about Geraldâs situation as she put on her medical
attire.
They were in the operating room within ten minutes.
The drama that had earlier broken out intensified the tension at the shareholderâs meeting.
Jean, having gathered himself, sat up straight. His momentum felt even more imposing, suffocating
those around him.
His piercing eyes scanned the crowd coldly until his gaze fell on Clarence.
âIt appears that the voting result is clear. Uncle Clarence, I would appreciate it if you could return
the original shares and refrain from participating in any board matters in the future. The legal
department will send you a letter outlining how much you owe the company for your deficits. I expect full reimbursement. Down to the last cent.â
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