My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 14

Chapter 014 The first blast Waynett cast his ice-cold eyes to her.

"Aunt Selina?"

Selina, the youngest daughter of Lancaster family.

Her slanted eyes swept through Veromca with great defiance.

"Waynett, you can get into the room, but not the two behind you." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Everyone around was watching them with hostility.

Selina was only the one who rose to speak it out, while others just needed to wait and watch.

With his thin lips tightly shut, Waynett began to show signs of impatience.

Noticing Waynett’s facial expression, Glen tried to tug Selina aside by her arm directly.

This unexpected action successfully pulled her back but also galvanized her to hoot, "How dare you treat me like that, Glen! You, a servant!"

Glen let go of her and blocked her way with his massive physique.

"Madam, I’m sorry."

"Get away!"

Selina glared him stonily.

Yet Glen stood his ground.

"I don't want to waste my energy on your tomfoolery."

Waynett suddenly spoke, as though gazing at somewhere coldly.

"If you don't know how to behave yourself, I can teach you.

For free."

He said casually.

Although slow and aloof, his words carried a sense of frightening authority, having everyone present keep their mouth shut instantly.

The whole yard turned quiet.

Waynett pushed the door open and entered with Annette and Veromca.

There was another group of people in old Mrs Lancaster's room, along with the most advanced medical equipment and medication.

Three army medics, who even had some fame in the international medical circle, now stood around the bed helplessly.

They had conducted drainage for her cerebral hemorrhagic stroke, which turned out to be in vain.

Fiona said in a deep voice to her uncles, "We should do a surgery at once to get the clot out from grandma's brain, or it will get irremediable."

Fiona, daughter of the second son of Lancaster family.

Her excellent expertise made her acknowledged as the youngest brain authority by medical institution.

One of the army medic suggested, "Miss, Mrs Lancaster was too old to withstand the craniotomy."

Fiona frowned, "A surgery conducted by us has 25%'s chance to success.

Yet no surgery, no hope of life even after tonight."

Medics looked at one another gravely and came to consensus after a moment's silence.

"OK, Miss Lancaster, the surgery is to be done under your supervision."

Fiona agreed.

Nurses hurried to get everything prepared and send old Mrs Lancaster to the sterile operating room which had already been set in this house.

Annette stood at the door, watching the old lady on the bed with her clear and cold eyes.

At hearing the above conversation, Annette pouted haughtily and made her toneless voice heard, "Surgery for patients in so bad condition means instant death on the operating table."