The other party’s actions were utterly brazen!
Even more audacious was that, after committing these acts, they left without any fear.
If not for the Sullivan family driver reacting quickly and imdiately calling 911, Ghania Quinlan would likely still be writhing in pain on the main road.
Ivy Wilmar’s face turned cold.
Beyond feeling frightened, she was filled with anger.
No matter what Ghania Quinlan had done, with her and Myles Sullivan present, the fact that the perpetrators treated Ghania Quinlan this way right in front of them was undoubtedly trampling their dignity!
If those people are not caught and imprisoned this ti, it would beco a joke in Beijing.
However...
Clutching her bag tightly with repressed fury, Ivy Wilmar’s face turned ugly, and her eyes flickered.
She rembered the Strong n who dragged Ghania Quinlan out had said: "Amadeus wants one of your hands."
In Beijing, there’s only one person called Amadeus—Amadeus Yancey.
Just thinking of this na made Ivy Wilmar’s temples throb incessantly; she dared not ntion this to Myles Sullivan.
They took Ghania Quinlan to a hospital room just as the doctor performing the surgery ca over with her dical report.
Myles Sullivan strode forward to intercept him, his voice very heavy as he asked: "Doctor, my niece she..."
The doctor was looking through the files, stopped in his tracks and looked at him, saying: "Are you Ghania Quinlan’s family?"
"I am her uncle." Myles Sullivan’s voice was still heavy, revealing his repressed frustration.
"The patient is doing okay, I’ve managed to fix the injured bone. As long as her recovery goes well, her daily life won’t be affected."
Upon hearing that Ghania Quinlan was in stable condition, Myles Sullivan’s tension slightly eased, exhaling with relief: "That’s good."
"However, she was badly injured when she arrived, even if she recovers well, there will certainly be so deficiencies compared to before."
Sullivan’s heart, just eased, tightened again as the doctor spoke; his voice tense with worry, he asked: "Will it affect her ability to play the piano?"
For Ghania Quinlan, the biggest future prospect was to follow Steven abroad for further music studies. If she can’t play the piano...
"This..." The doctor looked up surprised, noticed his ashen face, pushed up his black-rimd glasses and seriously responded: "Her hands definitely cannot play the piano anymore, aning, if she recovers well, it won’t impact her daily life. But she might be unable to do more delicate tasks!"
"How can this be." Myles Sullivan took a sharp breath, his mind blanked for a mont, and after saying this, he couldn’t utter another word for a long ti.
He wanted to say that if Ghania Quinlan’s hands can’t play the piano, what’s the difference from being ruined!
But in front of the doctor, his Adam’s apple quivered, and he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
Ivy Wilmar’s face also looked exceedingly unwell, she closed her eyes briefly, her mind filled with only one thought—Ghania Quinlan is ruined!
Originally choosing Ghania Quinlan between Nathalie Quinlan and Ghania Quinlan, now Ghania Quinlan turned out to be a burden in their hands... She similarly couldn’t speak, her emotions extrely complicated.
The doctor didn’t bother with their response, roughly told them about Ghania Quinlan’s condition, and whether they could comprehend or not, he went off to attend to other matters. Before leaving, he only told them to seek the on-duty nurses if needed.
Since Myles Sullivan heard the announcent that Ghania Quinlan’s hands could no longer play the piano, he couldn’t take in a single word; how could he pay attention to what the doctor said about the surgery and recovery precautions? His forehead’s veins bulged as he forcibly suppressed surging anger, slamming his fist against the wall: "Who exactly did this!"
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