Chapter 174


    Queenie, Terence, and Amelia rushed over at that time.


    "Christopher, what on earth happened to Zyler? Is his injury serious?" Queenie asked worriedly.


    "Mrs. Gaskell, Zyler had identally hurt his hand when he was carrying a parcel for his ssmate.


    His right index finger and middle finger suffered from bone fractures as a result," Christopher


    exined.


    "Who''s the ssmate that''s bold enough tomand Zyler to carry their parcel for them? His


    hands are meant for ying the piano, not for manualbor!" Queenie snarled out.


    Thest person whom Zyler was willing to suck up to at all costs was Giselle, who had already


    returned to the countryside.


    Christopher frowned slightly upon seeing how vile Queenie actually was. He pursed his lips, not


    wanting to answer her question.


    He had always thought Queenie was the bold and straightforward type, but now she seemed more


    like a mean and vile woman.


    Terence was the observant type. He nudged Queenie slightly as a hint for her to keep up her


    appearance in front of Christopher.


    "That parcel seems heavy. How could Zyler be that careless?" Terencemented tactfully.


    After that, he said to Christopher courteously, "Christopher, thank you for taking Zyler to the


    hospital. It''s already thiste, which means you haven''t had dinner yet, right? I''ll order something for


    you—"


    "No need for that. Since you guys are here, I''ll go home now." Christopher turned the offer down


    curtly.


    As he walked out of the hospital, he nced at his watch once again. He wondered if Hera was still


    at the academy.


    Terence wanted to walk Christopher out of the hospital. But the sight of Christopher''s swift gait gave


    him an inexplicable feeling that the former was being cold and distant toward him.


    It was as if Christopher had done his part by taking Zyler to the hospital.


    The doors of the operating theater were flung open at that moment.


    "Doctor, how''s my son''s hand? Can he still y the piano in the future?" Queenie asked hurriedly.


    "We''ve sessfully reattached the bone fragments together. He should be fine as long as he


    recuperates for three months," the doctor said.


    "He ''should be'' fine?" Queenie was dissatisfied with the doctor''s verdict. "Do I sound like I want an


    uncertain promise? I want his hand to be as good as new! No matter what, you have to heal his


    hand to the point it''s as good as new!"


    Zyler was destined to be a famous pianist. His hands mustn''t be harmed no matter what.


    "Of course, ma''am."


    The doctor nodded before continuing tactfully, "But we haven''t found out the exact reason behind


    Mr. Gaskell''s muteness…"


    "You useless piece of trash! It''s all thanks to trash like you that Reind Hospital''s reputation is


    ruined!" Queenie insulted angrily.


    Then, she roared at Amelia, who stood next to her, "What are you standing around? Call Camille


    right now and tell her to get over here stat!"


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    Reind Hospital was actually a branch hospital owned by the Chime family in Norburgh. When the


    doctor heard Camille''s name being uttered, he feared for his future in the hospital. But at the same


    time, he disliked Queenie''s unpleasant and hot-tempered personality.


    Did that woman seriously think she was capable of summoning Camille, the precious daughter of


    the Chime family?


    Amelia looked troubled as well. "Mom, have you forgotten that Camille has returned to Jedburgh?


    She''s celebrating her grandmother''s 90th birthday today."


    "Look at the time! The birthday banquet must be over now, right? Just call her first! I want her to get


    over here to treat your brother first thing tomorrow morning no matter what!" Queenie barked out


    harshly


    "I''ll do my best." Amelia clenched her fists tightly in response.


    Queenie was the type who barked out orders without caring if Amelia could carry them out.


    The thing was, Camille was Amelia''s friend, not her servant. Besides, the Chimes'' social status was


    a lot higher than the Gaskells''. The Gaskells should be honored if Camille agreed to Queenie''s


    ridiculous demand and personally came over to treat Zyler.


    To think that Queenie was bold enough to demand Camille to rush to Reind Hospital first thing


    the next morning! She was being extremely unreasonable, that was for sure!


    At that moment, a nurse wheeled Zyler out of the operating theater. Queenie dashed forward right


    away and bent over Zyler''s hospital bed. Then, she beganforting him in soft tones.


    The stark bias made Amelia feel even more distressed. Her eyes were now red-rimmed. She turned


    on her heel and left the corridor.


    Soon, Zyler was transferred to a private ward. Queenie and Terence crowded around his bed in


    concern for him. They didn''t care about Amelia''s absence at all.


    "Zyler, tell me, who''s the cause behind your injury? I swear, I''ll skin that person alive!" Queenie


    uttered, feeling her heart break at her son''s condition.


    Zyler opened his mouth instinctively just to reply, but he still couldn''t make a sound. That was when


    he began to panic.


    What the hell did Hera do to him? Would he remain as a mute for the rest of his life?


    "Don''t worry. Camille wille over tomorrow to treat your illness," Queenie continuedfortingly,


    the distress in her eyes growing stronger every second.


    Terence opened a notepad on his phone and passed it to Zyler. With difficulty, thetter managed to


    type out a message with his left hand.


    "Hera''s the reason why I''m like this!" it wrote.


    Queenie''s gaze darkened visibly after reading the message. "It''s that filthy bitch again!"


    To think that Hera would show up with a target painted on her back before Queenie could cause


    trouble for her.