Chapter 672

Carter suddenly spun around and glanced at her.

Queenie straightened her back instinctively and greeted him with a stiff smile, “Hello, Mr. Morgan.”

“Hello.” Carter adjusted his spectacles before saying coldly, “I hope that what happened to Zachary will not happen to you. I think of you highly, so don’t disappoint me. Also, don’t mess around with anyone whom you’re not supposed to.”

This was meant to be both a warning to and a chance for Queenie.

Knowing clearly who Carter was referring to, Queenie bit her lip as fury surged through her.

Why is Carter protecting that woman? I don’t understand!

Queenie mumbled a response. Not wanting to discuss this topic with Carter anymore, she turned around and walked toward Henrick.

“Mrs. Southall’s vitals are failing, so we’re afraid that she can’t hang in there for long. Please sign here to acknowledge that the patient is in critical condition.”

“Okay.” Henrick signed quickly before sending a message to Cindy Cindy, Mom might pass away soon. Tell Alfred to order a coffin and prepare for the funeral.

Cindy, who was taking her pregnancy supplements, stood up abruptly from the couch when she received the message.

Malorie might pass away soon!

Initially, she suspected that there was something fishy going on behind Malorie’s fall, so she checked the surveillance cameras.

The surveillance cameras showed that Malorie had indeed fallen down the stairs herself. However, that slight fall was enough to endanger her life.

After being startled for a while, Cindy calmed down gradually.

Now that Arielle had been chased out of the Southalls, Malorie’s death was a good thing for her. After all, a shrewish woman like Malorie might switch targets to her after dealing with Arielle.

If Malorie died, she would be the only lady of the house. That would be an outcome worth celebrating.

This is amazing!

After replying to Henrick’s message with ‘Okay’, Cindy summoned Alfred over.

“Mrs. Southall is about to die, so go and prepare the funeral.”

“W-What?” Alfred was dumbfounded.

As Cindy could not be bothered to elaborate, she waved her hand and dismissed Alfred, signalling him to prepare for the funeral.

Having observed everything, Larissa snuck out of the manor and sent a message to Arielle.

The message was very simple: Mrs. Southall is about to die.

As it was already past midnight, Arielle had already fallen asleep and did not read the message in time.

Meanwhile, in the emergency room in the General Hospital, the surgeon gave up on his struggle.

Sighing, he said, “Let’s stop everything and sew the patient’s chest up. By then, the anesthesia’s effects will subside and she might regain consciousness for a while. We’ll invite her family member to see her for the last time.”

“Okay.”

The surgeon heaved a deep sigh. He looked for Queenie and thanked her, “Dr. Mill, thank you for giving me this opportunity. Although the operation failed, I learned a lot.”

Queenie’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. “You’re welcome. I’m going back to my work, so please deal with the aftermath.”

“Sure, goodbye.”

The doctor watched attentively as Queenie left.

The nurse could not help but exclaim, “Dr. Mill is such a good person, Dr. Pam. With your level of experience, you can only become the main surgeon after two or three years. Thanks to Dr. Mill, who has given you so many opportunities to operate, you’ve been the main surgeon for more than twenty operations.”

Henry nodded in agreement.

“Dr. Mill is a good doctor. Unlike Dr. Ziegler, she’s not arrogant despite being so capable. However, my skills are simply too poor. Out of the twenty operations, only two were a success.”

“It’s fine. If you learn slowly and accumulate more experience, the rate of success will increase.”

“Yeah, it’s my honor to work with Dr. Mill.”