NovelStartChapter 174 Lucas' gaze was icy and stern.
At that moment, Evelyn's mind flashed with a sharp realization. Millie was at this hospital, and this was the liver donor registration area. If Tiffany and Lucas were here, it had to mean something.
Tiffany glanced at Evelyn, then went to the registration desk. Evelyn clearly heard the staff mention the queue details and timing.
It was indeed Leonard's slot. Millie had taken the spot from Leonard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer chest tightened with a heavy breath. Without a second thought, Evelyn turned and marched toward them. "Lucas, this slot was originally for my uncle." Evelyn kept her voice steady, her eyes burning as she stared at him.
Lucas lowered his gaze to her, his eyes showing little change in emotion.
Before he could speak, Tiffany pursed her lips and replied, "This is a hospital, not a market. It's not just about who owns what. Everything goes by the hospital's notice." "Notice?" Evelyn's gaze turned cold, and she pressed, "How long has your mother been admitted? And you're tellingher queue slot is ahead of my uncle's? If it weren't for Lucas, would you have the right to speak tolike this?" Tiffany's face froze, her expression turning icy.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow at the pathology report Tiffany was holding. It read liver cirrhosis.
Millie was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis, which was the result of excessive alcohol consumption. It wasn't life- threatening, yet she was fighting for a slot meant for a final-stage liver cancer patient.
"Evelyn, don't get so emotional. This won't solve anything." Tiffany lifted her chin, annoyance in her voice. She paused for a moment before walking toward Evelyn. "Rules are rules. Whatever the process, the result is that my mother is now ahead of your uncle in the hospital's system. Please don't make a scene." Evelyn's eyes were as cold as ice. As Tiffany moved closer to "resolve" the matter, Evelyn could no longer hold back. A crisp slap echoed through the air.
Tiffany was caught off guard. She raised her hand to touch her cheek, looking back at Evelyn in shock. She never imagined that Evelyn would slap her, especially in public.
Lucas' expression shifted slightly as he swiftly moved forward to catch Tiffany, who stumbled into his arms, looking utterly embarrassed. She had always been the pride of her family, and never had she been humiliated like this.
Lucas wrapped an arm around her, his cold eyes fixed on Evelyn. He was surprised that Evelyn dared to slap Tiffany. However, the surprise passed in an instant, vanishing as quickly as it came.
The people around them were whispering, their eyes full of curiosity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTiffany's face turned even colder as she hissed, "Lucas, can I call the police?" The situation was quickly escalating to the point of no return.
Tiffany felt wronged.
Lucas looked at her before his gaze finally shifted coldly to Evelyn, who was already calm. With a deep, unfathomable look in his eyes, he said to Tiffany, "You head back first and wait for me."
Tiffany pressed her lips together. Her usual graceful, elegant demeanor quickly steadied her emotions, and she didn't press the matter further. Before leaving, she shot a cold glance at Evelyn. She knew that this time, Lucas would make sure she got justice.
Evelyn had destroyed the last bit of dignity Lucas had left for her. But she had no regrets.
Leonard's fiver transplant after!! surgery slot, and Evelyn couldn't give in. She no longer cared whether Lucas would blher for her actions. "You shouldn't have laid hands on her," he said, his deep, ink-dark eyes fixed on her. His tone was sharp with an almost icy edge. Despite his calmness, there was a heavy pressure in his voice.
Evelyn thought he cared a lot for Tiffany. It seemed he even wanted to seek justice and teach her a lesson on behalf of Tiffany.
Pursing her lips, Evelyn gave a faint smile. "What's done is done, Mr. Grant. What would you like to do about it?"
Lucas stared at her quietly for a moment. Suddenly, he reached out and gently brushed aside the doose strands of hair from her cheek. Though his touch was soft, his voice was cold when he said, "Evelyn, let's meet at the courthouse at 9:00 am on Monday."
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