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A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 673
The emergency room was filled with praises for Queenie, yet no one wondered why she would push all the
operations to Harry.
Soon, they finished sewing Malorie’s chest up and the effects of the anesthesia subsided gradually.
“I…” Malorie mumbled in agony, “I‘m in so much
pain.”
Harry quickly instructed his subordinates, “Administer some painkillers for the patient!”
“Okay.”
Since it was only moments before her death, administering her some painkillers was the least they could do as
doctors.
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After she was injected with the painkillers, Harry instructed his assistant to summon Henrick in.
Although Malorie was exhausted, her mind was still exceptionally clear. She suddenly realized that if the doctor
called her family in while she was still on the operating table, it meant that she did not have much time left to live.
“Am… Am I going to die soon?” asked Malorie as she grabbed a nurse’s arm anxiously.
The nurse chuckled drily before reassuring her, “Mrs. Southall, we’re letting your family member in to alleviate his
worry. Don’t overthink.”
“I don’t believe you! Treat me now! Otherwise, I’ll sue the hospital till its reputation is ruined.”
When the nurse remained silent, Malorie’s scoldings became louder and harsher.
With a sudden burst of strength, she grabbed the nurse’s hair and smashed her head against the operating theatre.
Bang! The nurse’s head hit the table so forcefully that she felt dizzy.
“Stop! Stop it!” The others in the emergency room rushed forward and pulled both of them apart.
However, as Malorie was used to hard labor, her hands were extremely strong. When the two women were
separated, a huge chunk of the nurse’s hair was ripped off, revealing parts of her scalp.
The nurse had never seen a patient who was so unreasonable despite being on the brink of death. Furious, she
stroked her head and spat, “Let me tell you this! You could’ve been cured, but your son is so petty that he’s
unwilling to spend money on a robotic pacemaker. So, there’s no hope for you now. You’re going to die soon!”
“Stop talking!” Harry quickly stopped her, but it was too late—Malorie heard every single word she said.
“W-What did you say?”
At that moment, Henrick entered in a surgical gown.
“Mom…”
As he spoke, he noticed that the atmosphere in the emergency room seemed a bit weird. When he met Malorie’s
furious gaze, his heart lurched in fear.
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“Henrick Southall!” Malorie demanded furiously, “They said that you’re unwilling to pay for a robotic pacemaker. Is
that true?”
Henrick blushed. Although he was an egoistic man, money was more important than his pride.
Gritting his teeth, he walked forward and protested, “Mom, you’ve only broken a rib. The machine will be useless!
Just sleep for a while and the operation will be over in the blink of an eye.”
Henrick thought that he had put on a convincing act. However, as his mother, Malorie saw right through him.
“You… You…” Malorie wagged her finger at him, unable to utter a single word.
After her husband died in a mine, she became a widow and went through a lot of difficulties to raise her son. The
hard work and toil she had experienced were unimaginable.
Yet, her child, whom she had raised with so much blood, sweat and tears, was unwilling to pay for a machine for
her operation!
“I… I…” Malorie was unable to catch her breath. The strength that had suddenly returned to her disappeared in an
instant. As if all her energy had left her, her arm fell limp.
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