He lowered his voice, which was deep and forceful, as though what he said made sense, yet he knew well how much he was bluffing.
It was nothing but self-deception.
In their circle, who cared about public opinion? What mattered was whether you had any blemishes on your reputation.
Scandals not featured in the news could be whitewashed.
Once on the news, Jecksen’s future would be ruined!
The person from the Yancey family was truly kind in appearance but ruthless at heart, with high-level tactics, hitting them right where it hurt, while still leaving them so room to breathe, which made them too angry to speak out.
"Ghania got into Tsinghua University and was favored by Professor Derliand. She has a bright future ahead of her. She did sothing wrong this ti, and I’ve already scolded her. She isn’t a fool; she knows she made a mistake, you..." Myles Sullivan took a deep breath and continued looking at her.
"I know."
Ivy Wilmar was well aware Ghania Quinlan had been accepted to Tsinghua University. If Ghania hadn’t successfully gotten in while Nathalie hadn’t, she would have already slapped Ghania twice in the face. The only reason she had held back was for the sake of Ghania’s future.
Ivy Wilmar slowly curled her lips into a sneer, her gaze cold as she looked back at Myles Sullivan and the Quinlan family, saying coldly, "In the future, she should refrain from taking matters into her own hands, and she must discuss her plans with us in advance. If she acts on her own accord again, I won’t be able to control her as her aunt!"
"Of course, of course, I will definitely talk to her," Emilia Sullivan replied, knowing that Ghania had caused big trouble this ti. Seeing Ivy willing to compromise, Emilia quickly nodded and smiled apologetically.
Ivy couldn’t be bothered with her. With her temper flaring up, she simply turned away and said to the dignified middle-aged man, "Mom just called to tell that grandfather is not going to make it."
Myles felt his heart miss a beat and his brow furrowed. He imdiately asked, "When did this happen?"
"Yesterday," said Ivy in a lowered voice, visibly annoyed. "Since yesterday, grandfather has had periods of brief unconsciousness. The doctor ntioned cerebral hemorrhage, and he had a critical episode last evening but ca around this morning. Just now, I heard his blood pressure spiked again and he fell unconscious, likely due to a stroke..."
Stroke is a common ailnt among the elderly.
Severity varies; so people recover well after a tily treatnt and rehabilitation, with no significant differences from a healthy person.
But if the stroke is severe and treatnt is delayed, the outco can be unpredictable.
The worst-case scenario is death on the spot.
At best, survivors might face partial paralysis or cognitive impairnts... that is to say, they might lose the ability to take care of themselves.
Today, Ivy wore a buttoned dress with a cloak over it. Without avoiding Jeff Quinlan and Emilia Sullivan, she spoke to Myles Sullivan in a serious tone, "My grandfather has not been in good health, and for the past two years, his condition has worsened... He’s been bedridden all along. If it really is a stroke, his condition is likely very serious. I had planned to return to Beijing today, but with Jecksen’s incident..."
Her tone soured at the ntion of it.
Emilia Sullivan and Jeff Quinlan stood there with their heads down, like schoolchildren unable to look up after making a mistake.
Luckily for them, Ivy had no energy to deal with them. She took a deep breath and said, "My mother is planning to have Adelle Wafford operate on grandfather, and Lowie Wilmar has also called for help, though I don’t know who they got. There are hardly any neurosurgical professors in the country who compare to Adelle, and I wonder if it’s an international expert that he’s summoned?"
Every ti Ivy ntioned her cousin, disgust and wariness crossed her face.
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