A Beauty With Multiple Masks

However, finding the person required time and Malorie could not make it till then.

“Unless what?” asked Henrick anxiously.

Although it was the best-case scenario that Malorie did not die, there was no choice if she did. After all, he had already come up with a backup plan—he would sell Southall Group and pursue his career back in his hometown.

It was simple to control all those foolish people in his hometown. If Malorie could do it, he could do it too.

However, Queenie shook her head. Deciding not to tell him, she said, “It’s nothing. There’s no time.”

“In that case, please let my mother pass away more comfortably.” Henrick pretended to wipe his tears. In reality, when he made the decision to return to his hometown, he had already steeled himself for Malorie’s death.

In his opinion, Malorie was about to die anyway. It was sufficient to live to such a ripe old age, so her death was an event to be celebrated—there was no need for him to grieve.

However, he still had to put up a show.

Queenie nodded and said, “We’ll try our best.”

daring to look at Carter, she strode into the emergency

an open-heart operation on Malorie. While he sweated

around, he saw Queenie

lit up upon spotting what she was holding. He quickly reminded the surgeon, “There’s hope for the patient! Dr. Mill’s here

surgeon immediately

continue with

a while, but

reattached first before the heart could be operated on. However, as the surgeon was inexperienced, he spent a long time attaching

side, Queenie did not

intervened and had her name recorded in

track record of having a hundred percent success rate for her

blood vessels were

the heart surgery encountered problems shortly after. The vital sign monitors started to

at Queenie and said, “The patient can’t hang in there

that she’s in a critical