Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Lucas walked past with a poker face, but his mind was racing. 'Everyone in Seacrity's high society knows about Winona's pregnancy. I wonder if something went wrong, he thought.

Yulia, who had followed the ambulance, also spotted Lucas. She felt a bit awkward, thinking about Winona's current status. “After all, Winona is the result of Nellie's affair. She's just a bastard child. I don't know what kind of karma our Carter family has to end up with her, she thought.

In the VIP ward, a group of doctors were conducting a more detailed examination at Zachary's bedside.

As the attending physician, Harold was, of course, present. After a thorough examination, the doctors exchanged glances. Harold, looking at the still-weak Zachary with multiple external injuries, said, “Mr. Chambers, the blood clot in your brain has dissipated. Apart from the external injuries, there are no major issues. With srest and regular medication changes, you should be able to leave the hospital in about a week." Zachary was weak but his mind was clear. He vividly remembered the incident. The car he was in had experienced brake failure mid-journey. The driver had already found a safe spot to aim for, and even if they crashed, it wouldn't have been too serious. But suddenly, a large truck cbarreling towards them like a madman, and then everything went black.

'As an experienced driver, I know I shouldn't have such minor injuries. This doesn't add up. Could it be that fate itself saved me?' Zachary thought.

He touched the bandage on his head and looked up at Harold, speaking sincerely. "Dr. Anderson, Seacrity Hospital truly lives up to its reputation as the best hospital in the city. You are an outstanding doctor. Thank you so much for pullingback from the brink of death" Harold and the other doctors behind himn suddenly had odd expressions on their faces. Harold's face turned a bit red, as he was the one who had been put in an awkward position. Zachary noticed their silence and wondered if he had said something wrong. After a moment, one of the doctors, a man in his early thirties, spoke up, "Mr. Chambers, are you aware that your surgery wasn't performed by Dr. Anderson?" Zachary was taken aback and shook his head. T'm sorry, I just woke up. I'm not quite sure what happened." Harold put away his stethoscope and carefully explained, "Mr. Chambers, I didn't perform your surgery. After examining you, I didn't feel confident enough to handle it. The success rate was too low, so..." Zachary, still puzzled, thought, 'What's the big deal? It's just a different doctor. But who could have done it if even Harold couldn't?' He looked at the other doctors, who all seemed quite young. "If not Dr. Anderson, then who did it? I need to know. I want to thank the person who saved my life." Harold paused for a moment, looking at Zachary with sconfusion. Seeing that Zachary genuinely seemed unaware, he said, “Mr. Chambers, your life was saved by your daughter, Ms. Zeller." Zachary was completely bewildered. He thought he must have misheard. In disbelief, he asked again. "What did you say? You mean Yvette performed the surgery and saved me?" Harold nodded seriously. It sounded like a fairy tale, but he had witnessed it himself. "And Ms. Zeller didn't use a scalpel; she used traditional medicine." Zachary lowered his head for a moment, then raised it with a proud smile, his entire demeanor brightening "Wow, I had no idea Yvette knew traditional medicine. She never mentioned it. But you might not know, she's like that-she knows a lot of things but never talks about them. She's always so humble. I should have a talk with her, don't you think?" Zachary's words made the doctors want to punch him. He was the epitof top-tier humblebragging. Did he even realize how annoying he sounded? Harold's mouth twitched, and he instructed Zachary to rest before leaving. He was afraid he might actually hit Zachary if he stayed any longer. Zachary would be in the hospital for a while, and he could always find an opportunity to speak with Yvette later.

As Harold and the other doctors reached the door, they ran into the old butler, Lucas, who was carrying a tray of food. They exchanged greetings, and Lucas entered the room. Seeing Zachary sitting on the bed with a silly grin, he wondered, 'Is Mr. Chambers' brain really back to normal?' Lucas respectfully set down the food and handed Zachary a pair of chopsticks. "Mr. Chambers, I just saw Winona being brought in on a stretcher at the hospital entrance." Zachary paused, holding the chopsticks. He took a sip of chicken soup, his expression darkening, a stark contrast to his earlier happiness. "Hmm," he said coldly.

Lucas, sensing the mood, didn't say anything more.

Zachary put down his bowl and stared at Lucas. “Harold said Yvette saved me? Tellexactly what happened." On the third floor of the hospital, in room 305, Yulia was sitting on the sofa while Winona lay on the bed, still pretending to be unconscious. Both were waiting for Robert and Victor to arrive. After another ten minutes, the door to the room finally opened. Winona's heart leapt with joy, but she continued to feign unconsciousness, waiting for the right moment.

Robert and Victor had cstraight from the company. Victor, for sreason, had recently insisted on interning at the company, which Robert was more than happy to allow. This gave him ample tto be alone with Winona.

When they received Winona's call, they were in a meeting. They immediately rushed to the hospital. It was clear to anyone that Robert was more anxious than Victor, his anger and worry barely concealed