To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Only I Can Save Him Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The old man was obviously better once he had the oxygen mask on. Jenny heaved a sigh of relief. They. could probably hang in there until the ambulance arrived.

She was focusing entirely on the old man. She didn’t notice that the gazes everyone had of her had shifted.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. Jenny was going into the ambulance with the paramedics when Alec asked, “Are you going, too?”

“I’m the only one who can perform this surgery in Parrington Hospital,” she said calmly. There was no drama in her tone. She said nothing else and sat in the ambulance, disappearing from their sight.

Once they were gone, people whispered, “Just who is she? She’s Alec’s ex-wife, Mr. Birkett’s mentee, and the most famous neurosurgeon in Parrington Hospital. This is just too extraordinary.”

It was no easy feat being just one of these, yet she was all of them. What was more, she mastered everything. It was not something that could be done by just anybody.

“That’s right. I used to look down on her, but now…” the person speaking trailed off. They had no right to underestimate her now.

“No wonder she could marry Mr. Faust. She’s different,“ someone concluded.

If people were focusing on Jenny, they would naturally be focusing on the old man. They whispered, “Who is Mr. Spade? He could make Mr. Faust so anxious.”

“There are no Spades in Parrington.” Someone was deep in thought. “Perhaps he’s from another city.”

“Idiot. Don’t you know of the Spades of Bardoff City? There were people who knew of the Spades. But this was all based on hearsay.

At once, their faces turned pale. The Spades of Bardoff City?

As the people talked and gossiped, Yvonne gnashed her teeth. If not for Jenny, she would have been the belle of the ball.

But who would think of her now?

“I’ll make you pay for this, Jenny,” she thought.

In the ambulance, Jenny checked on the old man’s vitals while explaining to the man in the suit that they needed surgery in the hospital. However, the man in the suit knew nothing about all these. When he heard that Mr. Spade would require surgery, and a craniotomy at that, his face turned pale.

“About that… Dr. Walker? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a bodyguard.” He had no say in whether Mr. Spade could undergo surgery.

Jenny didn’t look happy to hear this, but she wasn’t angry. “Call his relatives at once. I will explain it to them.”

“Alright.” He nodded and took his phone out, calling his employer. Only he could make the final say.

The call was quickly answered. The bodyguard explained the situation briefly to the person on the other end of the line and then handed it to Jenny.

She took the phone and got straight to the point, describing the condition clearly. She explained everything that could happen, as well as the post-surgery effects. Then, she said, “Mr. Spade must

undergo surgery, or else he will not survive for much longer.”

“Okay.”

Jenny didn’t expect the person to consent so readily. She was satisfied. “If you can’t come, you’ll need to grant your bodyguard the right to sign his name during the procedures. But, of course, it’d be best if you

could come over.”

“Okay.”

Once more, it was promptly consented. Jenny was a little speechless. She said nothing else and handed the phone back to the bodyguard, letting them talk. She had done her part.