Sylvia stayed on the side and was taken aback when she heard the name "Smith Godson."
Smith, could it be him?
Unexpectedly, after six years of not seeing each other, he had become a heart surgery specialist.
She took out her phone and found an address.
Suddenly, she turned around and ran out.
In front of a hidden villa on the outskirts of the city.
Sylvia rang the doorbell.
"Who are you looking for?" A butler came out and asked.
"Excuse me, is Doctor Godson here?" Sylvia asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
"Who are you?" The butler looked at her warily.
"I'm Sylvia. Please go in and tell him that I have an urgent matter to discuss with him." Sylvia said urgently.
But the butler stood still, just looking at her.
"Here, this is enough, right?" Sylvia took out a small cream-white square box from her pocket and handed it to the butler, "Give this to him, he will agree to meet with me."
The butler took it and turned to leave.
Marivic needed to undergo surgery, and time was of the essence.
Sylvia was anxious.
Not long after, the butler hurriedly came out.
"Please come in, Miss Lancelot."
"Thank you."
As soon as Sylvia entered the door, she walked hurriedly and almost fell several times.
After walking for a while, she still did not see Smith.
The villas on the outskirts of the city were particularly large.
She walked hurriedly to find him even though she wasn't really familiar with the villa anymore.
At that moment, a young man's figure appeared at the other end of the corridor.
The man was about twenty-eight years old, wearing glasses, with a reserved and cold temperament, and a slender figure.
He was convinced of the woman's naivety, and he thought about the Bridgewater family. Even if Arthur killed her, she would have no regrets.
How could there be such a person in this world?
Half an hour later.
In the hospital.
The atmosphere was tense.
The surgery was still ongoing, but because there was no expert like Smith around, the surgery was very difficult.
Arthur was urgently contacting a foreign cardiologist.
But he also knew that even if he made contact, it would take three to four hours for one to go back and forth. Whether his Grandma could make it through was really unknown.
He felt very heartbroken!
At that moment.
The elevator door opened.
Sylvia hurriedly walked over with Smith.

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