The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 198: There Will Not Be a Better Doctor Than Now_1

The woman who approached was dressed in a sleeveless magenta dress with a subdued wonton flower pattern embroidered on it. Hanging from her earlobes were a pair of round, lustrous pearl earrings, and she wore a matching strand of pearls around her neck that exuded an air of opulence.

She appeared to be just over fifty, showing some signs of aging at the corners of her eyes, but well-maintained and possessing the naturally remarkable Yancey family features, it was hard to guess her true age. One could tell she must have been an exceptionally beautiful woman in her youth.

"Young lady," Alfred Garland hurried to his feet, greeting her with respect.

Within the Yancey Family, there was only one young lady, and that was Candice Yancey!

The mother of Liviani Yancey, the only daughter of Mr. Yancey, and the maternal aunt of Amadeus.

In Beijing, this Ms. Yancey was a commanding figure; after divorcing her husband in her early years and giving birth to Miss Liviani, she raised her daughter on her own.

Little did she know, Miss Liviani had poor taste in men and, upon reaching adulthood, encountered Richardo Fisher, a scum man. After their marriage, she discovered that he did not love her much and was with her only to climb the social ladder of the Yancey family.

After their marriage, Richardo Fisher was restless, carrying on affairs with other women behind Miss Liviani’s back.

For these reasons, Miss Liviani spent her pregnancy in a state of pervasive melancholy and physical frailty, which ultimately led to complications during childbirth and her death from postpartum hemorrhage.

Having experienced a failed marriage in her youth and enduring the immense pain of losing her only daughter in middle age, Candice Yancey’s love for the only surviving member of the next generation, the young master, soaked into her bones.

She wished to pour all her love into the young master; it was said that Candice was the person in the Yancey family who loved him the most.

Candice had no interest in exchanging pleasantries; her heart and eyes were full only of Edric. Her narrow eyes, so similar to those of Amadeus, fixated on the exceptionally distinguished man.

"Amadeus, where is Edric? I heard from your grandfather that Edric had a fall. What exactly happened?"

After asking, she waived her hand and, with furrowed brows, said, "Never mind that for now. Where is Edric? I haven’t seen him."

Amadeus, every time he saw her this anxious, it was always concerning the little guy – the precious darling of the Yancey family, the only thing that could cause the calm and composed Ms. Yancey to become so flustered.

"Edric is in surgery."

"Surgery?"

Candice looked up toward the end of the corridor. Indeed, there was the operating room still lit with a red light indicating that surgery was in progress.

Her heart clenched suddenly, her concern extreme as she asked, "Was the fall that severe? Why didn’t you tell me? I could have brought an expert from Beijing. McKinney..."

Her mind was in turmoil; after all, McKinney was a second-tier city with medical technology that paled in comparison to Beijing. If the treatment here was not effective and left him with lingering effects...

The thought of the little guy, looking down at his left leg with an expression of self-pity and dejection, made it impossible for her to contain her heartfelt pain.

Her brows slightly furrowed as she suggested, "I really don’t trust the level of the doctors here. Why not let me arrange for an airplane, and as soon as the surgery here is done, we can immediately take him back to Beijing for treatment?"

Amadeus raised an eyebrow, cutting her off and confidently assured her, "There’s no need for that."

"If the ’doctor’ here can’t treat Edric’s leg, no one in Beijing would be capable of treating it either."

Candice looked startled, "Are you talking about the City Hospital in McKinney?"

The City Hospital in McKinney was this impressive?

Why hadn’t she heard of this hospital being so influential?

Seeing she was still uneasy, Alfred Garland interjected in support of Amadeus, "Miss, please trust Amadeus. The young master is his nephew, and Amadeus would certainly not fail him."

His words rang true.

Candice felt a bit more at ease, joining him in standing shoulder-to-shoulder, both staring at the light of the operating room.