The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 566

Monica asked, “What is this?”

Citrine replied easily, “This is my suite. When the time comes, she can stay here. Hurry and bring her over.”

Relief washed over Monica and Wade, and they immediately called for Hilda to be brought in.

By now, Hilda had already lost consciousness.

Citrine stepped forward to check her condition, frowning slightly.

Monica and Wade watched Citrine anxiously. Noticing her expression, Monica quickly asked, “Is something wrong? Is it very serious?”

“She’s sustained internal injuries. We need to operate right away,” Citrine replied, her tone grave.

Monica and Wade hadn’t expected things to be so dire. Both of them tensed, voices trembling as they asked, “Is the surgery risky? What are her chances?”

Citrine offered a reassuring nod. “She’ll pull through. It just won’t be easy for her.”

Their faces relaxed, though worry still lingered in their eyes.

Citrine continued, “Alright, I’m going to prep for surgery. The two of you should stay here; there are too many people outside and the risk of infection is higher.”

With that, Citrine slipped into another room to change into scrubs, then headed out to arrange the surgical setup.

All the specialists at the hospital were already booked solid for the day; none were available to assist. Left with no choice, Citrine had two off-duty experts called in to help with the operation.

An hour later, everything was ready. Citrine led the assembled team back to her suite.

Inside, Monica and Wade immediately stood up as the group entered.

Citrine, now dressed in crisp white scrubs, stood at the front. The other doctors trailed behind her, their respect for her evident in the way they leaned in to confer quietly.

Around noon, a nurse came to check on the patient and headed to Citrine’s suite.

By then, Hilda had already woken up. Monica and Wade sat by her side, filling her in on everything that had happened.

“Aunt Hilda,” Monica said, “we owe everything to Citrine. The hospital was completely full, but she made an exception and gave up her own suite so you’d have a place.”

Wade nodded. “That’s right, Aunt Hilda. If not for Citrine, we never would have gotten you admitted.”

Learning that her own daughter had helped her, Hilda’s heart warmed, a smile spreading across her face despite herself.

But as soon as she smiled, pain shot through her chest. She clutched at her bandaged wound and coughed for a good while.

Monica and Wade instantly panicked. “Auntie, are you alright? Did you reopen the incision?”

At that moment, the nurse checking in on them couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry. Our director’s stitching skills are the best in the whole research center. That incision’s not coming apart anytime soon.”