Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 92 A Slap In The Face

“What are you laughing at?” When Abigail heard Annalise’s laughter, she immediately glared at her. “Why? Am I not allowed to laugh?” Annalise raised her eyebrows slightly. Her tone was playful.

She was wearing a mask now. Otherwise, she would definitely let Abigail see how wide her smile was. She would not tell Abigail the truth. She would just watch Abigail babble on like a fool. She bet that when John was revealed as the chief surgeon later, Abigail’s expression would be extraordinarily funny.

Ignoring Abigail, Annalise moved closer to Jonathan.

She was here today to watch Jonathan perform surgery. All top surgeons in the world had their own unique methods. She was here to learn from him.

Abigail was mocked by Annalise. She was filled with anger. When she saw Annalise approaching the “assistant”, Mr. Lawrence, she immediately pushed Annalise away. “Move aside. You’re blocking everything.” She had spent a million dollars. How could she let Annalise occupy the good spot?

“Get out!” Jonathan turned his head and shouted at Abigail.

How dare Abigail treat Anna like this! She was courting death.

Jonathan was planning to torment Abigail later. Otherwise, he would have gotten someone to remove her from the operating theater already.

Was she even worthy of watching him perform surgery?

After being yelled at again, Abigail exploded. She raised her voice suddenly. “Who do you think you are?”

Two surgical assistants immediately pulled Abigail back. Since Professor Woods did not say anything, they did not dare to reveal his identity and could only pull Abigail away.

Abigail shook off the hand of the person holding her and prepared to move forward to observe the surgery. Of course, she had to stand in the best spot beside the operating table.

Jonathan ordered his assistant coldly, “Get her to stand at least ten feet away. If she moves even an inch forward, remove her from the operating theater.”

When Abigail heard that, she burst out laughing. “Pfft!”

Then, the two men pulled her back. “Please stand at least ten feet away from the operating table. Professor Woods is going to start the surgery.”

Before Abigail could react, one of the assistants grabbed her right arm, and the other grabbed her left. She was dragged ten feet away.

Once she could stand properly, she saw Jonathan gently insert a needle into the patient’s stomach. He asked the patient gently, “Madam Blake, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Abigail was dumbstruck.

the

patient say weakly, “It doesn’t hurt.

You will recuperate after

Blake smiled. “Okay, I’m relieved. My granddaughter also said that I’ll live a

finished speaking, he picked up

he held the scalpel, he

eyes were like lasers, and his expression was solemn. It was as if he was emitting light. The entire operating theater became quiet because of

finally reacted when she saw Jonathan

turned

I

her. She even

Oh no!

had completely

was unable to help Alexander rope in

had made

What should he do?

She felt sick.

her mind kept

What should she do?

she kneel and beg for his

expression, Abigail seemed to have given him an extremely bad impression of her. She was afraid

she push the blame

He

assistant? Why would he suddenly become Master

Woods?

Lawrence… So, they were the same

was Annalise? How did she know Jonathan? How did Jonathan become

Abigail suddenly realized something.

Joseph Quigley. To thank Annalise, Joseph not only gave her a jar of Energizing Pills but also asked his disciple to take care

disciple, Jonathan, accepted

the relationship between Annalise and Jonathan was as

was innocent and harmless. It

for a moment before she

Annalise as his godsister, so why couldn’t he

that she was better than

and taste was much better than

she thought about the possibility, she immediately took a step forward and said, “Professor Woods, I’ll pass you the

at the Horington Medical School and a medical intern. Sometimes, she would work as an assistant to the chief physician in the hospital. She was experienced and familiar with