Chapter bi25 /i/bMiddle of the Night, Life on the Line

“bIs /bMs. Scarlett hereb?/bb” /b

“bIt’s /ban emergencyb. /bbPlease /bopen the door, Ms. Scarlett.”

Scarlett narrowed her eyes.

Emergency?

She quickly changed into something more practical and opened the door.

Outside stood a group of bodyguards in ck, a hint of deference in their

posture.

“Apologies for the disturbance, Ms. Scarlett. Pleasee with us.”

Scarlett nced at the weapon cases on their belts and wisely nodded.

“Fine, but I want to know why.”

The leader hesitated briefly.

Then, remembering the urgent phone call that had halted their previous approach, he answered immediately.

“It’s the little girl you diagnosed earlier today.”

Scarlett didn’t hesitate again. “Lead the way.”

Late at night, the headlights of the convoy pierced through the dark like des.

They sped into a high–end private hospital.

In the pediatric wing, Wayne was pacing restlessly, his brows drawn so tight they looked like they might snap in frustration.

Usually poised and powerful, Wendy now leaned against the wall, tear–streaked and fragile.

Several pediatric specialists huddled nearby, urgently discussing possible treatments.

Jasper and Sean were there, too.

But the two of them remained cold and distant, as if all this had nothing to do with them.

Then came hurried footsteps from the entrance.

Scarlett walked in front, stepping into the hall and removing her ck baseball cap.

Her sleek, glossy hair tumbled over her shoulders like silk.

Inished

bHer /bpale bface /bbwas /bcalm and collected, with not even a trace of panic.

Those obsidian beyes /bslowly turned toward Wendy.

Sean suddenly stood up.

“Scarlett…”

It really was her!

Because of Jasper’s distant rtion to the Yuwen family–and the fact that they were all in Trenwyn- they’d both been woken in the middle of the night and had lent out some men.

Said they needed to fetch a miracle doctor.

Sean hadn’t thought much of it and sent them along.

But then his men had messaged him–something wasn’t right with the location.

When he checked, it turned out to be Scarlett’s apartment.

He’d immediately called to make sure they invited her properly, not forced her out!

Still, there were thousands living in thatplex. He couldn’t be sure it was her.

But now, seeing her here, his concern returned.

He turned to nce at Jasper.

Jasper was still seated calmly on the bench. His ck trousers were impably pressed, just like his expression–cold as ice.

But in that moment-

There was something sharper in the air around him. A chilling, deadly edge that made people instinctively recoil.

Strangely, Sean felt a wave of reassurance and sat back down.

Right. Jasper and I are both here.

Even if Scarlett blows a hole in the sky, we’ll be able to handle it.

“Yes, it’s her! That’s her!”

Wendy quickly wiped her tears, her demeanor snapping back into its usual cold pride in an instant.

Though her phoenix–shaped eyes were still red, her aura waspletely restored.

She moved with urgency, yet every step was precise and powerful.

“You’re the one who said my daughter didn’t have long to live!”

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bThe /broom bfell /bbsilent/b.

Everyone turned to stare at Scarlett with stunned expressions.

If the person before them had been a wrinkled old crone, they might’ve even praised her for keen insight.

But-

She bwas /btoo young.

That doll–like face made people question if she was even of legal age.

Even Wayne, who was usually measured, felt his daughter hadpletely lost it.

“You said someone diagnosed Dora? I thought you meant some top–tier doctor!”

He looked Scarlett over again.

iHmm/i?

iShe /iiseemed /iifamiliar/ii. /i

He just couldn’t ce her.

Judging by her age, she was probably a freshman from his university–maybe someone he’d seen at an orientation event.

The fury on his face visibly spiked.

“You’re a medical student at Trenwyn, aren’t you?”

Scarlett remained calm and nodded.

She knew the president–he’d handed her more than a few awards over the years.

“You think just because you’ve learned a bit of theory, you can go around pretending to be a doctor? What year are you? Who’s your department head?”

Scarlett had been yanked out of bed in the middle of the night. Her patience was thin to begin with.

Out of respect for the president, she had been holding back.

But now, the irritation was rising fast.

“Scarlett. Third–year grad student. Currently…”

She raised her eyes.

And locked gazes with the man sitting on the bench.

“…no department head.”

Just Mr. Fletcher overseeing her work.

“Scarlett? That name sounds familiar.”

Wayne pped his forehead. “You’re that Scarlett—the one who ndered her peers and disgraced the school?”

Just thinking of what Calvin had said earlier sent his temper ring again.

He immediately barked at the guards nearby,

“What are you waiting for?”

“Throw her out!”

A student with no morals, standing here ying games–he was furious.

The bodyguards stepped forward-

Scarlett was just about to be dragged out.