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Chapter 705
After knocking, Alyssa entered the office. She greeted Abe
“Ms. Alyssa, you looked flushed. Are you feeling unwell?” he asked with concem.
“Ah, I’m fine,” she reassured him while silently cursing out Jasper. She took a deep breath
and touched her burning cheeks. “Are Jasper’s CT scan results out yet?”
“Yes.” Abel retrieved the scan results from his drawer and handed it to her gravely. She
scrutinized the results under the office lights, her expression turning troubled as her heart
sank.
“Ms. Alyssa, you can tell what’s wrong, can’t you?” Abel looked worried. “But the surgery
was a huge success. Only three doctors in the country have succeeded in performing this
surgery sur
“Is this what you call a success?” she wondered, feeling frustrated. Her trembling hands
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She groaned, “In my opinion, the surgery was a failure because of the complications!”
The only thing she couldn’t bear was the taste of defeat, especially when it concerned …
sper’s health.
Clutching her sleeve, she felt a pang of heartache.
Knowing that she was prideful, Abel comforted her, “It was a complicated surgery. I’m not
surprised at the
complications at all, so please do not blame yourself. Saving Mr. Beckett’s life is itself an
achievement!”
“No wonder he was emotional when he saw me just now…” Her voice trailed off. She
clenched her fists
indignantly and inquired, “Is there any way to treat the complications?”
Abel sighed. “We can only suppress his symptoms with sedatives. That’s the best option
for the time being. However, the patient could better manage the symptoms if he remains
calm and emotionally
stable.”
Emotionally stable? Did his emotions stabilize after kissing her?
She gritted her teeth and blushed in embarrassment. Treating someone as thick-skinned
as Jasper was
no easy task.
At midnight, two scantily dressed women in thigh-split dresses were entertaining Jameson
in a treeriou lounge at The Millenaturn, they mostly served him alcohol and kept him
company.
Everyone at The Millennium knew that Jameson was a clean freak, so the escorts knew
better than to get
Amidst the play of light and shadow, Jameson slumped on the couch and leaned back. His
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One of the escorts, who was too engrossed in watching him, accidentally spilled a few
drops of wine on the tip of Jameson’s spotless shoes.
Her face drained of color as she apologized profusely to him, “M-Mr. Schmidt, I’m so
sorry!”
He slowly opened his eyes without looking at her. “Clean it up.”
“Y-Yes!” Feeling relieved, she immediately knelt and shakily wiped his shoes clean with her
dress.
“Now, get lost,” he instructed her irritatedly and massaged his forehead,
“Okay!” The woman retreated and stumbled out of the door.
“You leave too,” Jameson added.
The remaining escort fearfully scrambled to exit the lounge.
As soon as they left, Carl cautiously entered the lounge and informed Jameson, ‘Mr.
Schmidt, Ms. Altman has arrived.”
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