Chapter 457

The surveillance room supervisor rushed over with a laptop, followed by the hospital director wiping sweat from his brow.

"Mr. Valdemar! Ms. Galatea! Ms. Roland!"

The director's gaze swept across the group, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. He silently congratulated himself for coming personally.

Dr. Harrison's face turned ashen.

The surnames Valdemar and Roland echoed in his mind. He felt he'd seen them somewhere but couldn't recall the details.

Then it struck him like lightning.

"Evelyn Roland? From the Forbes list?"

"Correct." Evelyn's lips curved slightly.

"And you must be Sebastian Valdemar of Valdemar Group?"

"Flattering." Sebastian's tone was cool.

Dr. Harrison's legs weakened, his ears ringing. What idiocy had he just committed?

Evelyn swiftly took the laptop. "Since doubts have been raised, let's settle this publicly. I never take what isn't mine, but what belongs to me can't be taken."

Dr. Harrison's Adam's apple bobbed soundlessly. He watched helplessly as Evelyn opened the video file, then squeezed his eyes shut in despair.

"No! You can't watch this!"

He lunged madly for the laptop, only to be thrown to the ground by a bodyguard's judo flip.

The dull thud made everyone gasp.

No one pitied him now.

"Grandma?!"

Scarlett's eyes reddened instantly at the elderly face on screen.

What followed shattered her heart.

The video showed Madeline Galatea's vitals crashing. Monitor numbers plummeted as medical staff urgently reported to the lead surgeon.

Dr. Harrison ignored them, focused solely on his task.

Only when the ECG flatlined did he panic and halt the procedure.

Then Evelyn arrived—and a miracle occurred.

Within thirty minutes, that deadly flatline revived into a steady rhythm.

Evelyn's skilled hands moved with precision, her surgical team executing her commands flawlessly.

Even at double speed, the breathtaking rescue left everyone awestruck.