Yale might be gentlemanly on the surface, but his methods were
vicious.
That snowy night all those years ago, his target was Ethan, but Olivia
would’ve been killed if Ethan didn’t protect her.
Yale was the one behind it all. Olivia never forgot.
This time, Yale was in the open while Olivia was in the dark.
Krystal spoke up. “Yale, you have to stop her. Mr. Tucker and the others have been brainwashed by her. My father’s life is already hanging by a thread. She’s too young to have the experience to manage such an operation.
“If she tries her hand on my father she could make a mistake that could cost my father’s life!”
“Don’t worry, Krystal.”
Yale comforted Krystal and then turned to Tatiana. “Mrs. Heath, Krystal has a point. I’m not doubting the lady’s capabilities, but she is indeed too young. How could she compare with Dr. Gatsby, who is an experienced veteran.”
Tatiana didn’t know what to think. So, she looked at Ethan.
“Ethan, you’ve always been the stoic one. What do you think…”
Ethan didn’t give a long speech. He only said, “I trust her.”
Olivia honestly didn’t want him to trust her at that moment. If Jack
really wanted Mason dead, she didn’t want to save him.
But Olivia thought it was weird. The bullet would have killed Mason if it was an inch higher. Did Jack make a mistake?
But Yale’s eagerness to help changed Olivia’s mind. It was like Jack meant to do this. His goal probably wasn’t to kill Mason but to create an opportunity for Yale.
Why else would the wound be near the heart? Coincidentally, Yale had already found Lionel ahead of time.
The truth remained shrouded in mystery. An outsider like Olivia
couldn’t possibly know what was going on.
She wanted no part of this power struggle.
Joel added, “Don’t underestimate her because she’s young. She’s actually very skilled. Ethan would already be dead if not for her. The surgery she performed last year was practically perfect.
“Lionel might be experienced, but you should still give the younger generation a chance to shine.”
Lionel probably had some sort of agreement with Yale. He said, “Joel, it’s not that I want to disrespect you, but Mr. Heath is not a regular Joe. This is a critical operation. Even if you trust this young lady, I
don’t.”
“That’s right, Mr. Tucker. Dr. Gatsby is here. Everything will be fine. Let’s not waste any more time,” Yale urged.
“No!”
A familiar voice rang out. Olivia, who had maintained an indifferent
expression, reflexively straightened her back when she heard that
voice.
The person who was walking toward them used to be her mentor. A man who had treated her well ever since she started school. When she was only a freshman in university, Rufus took her to sit in and observe operations.
He was also the one who said, “Olivia, you’re born to hold a scalpel. You have to take good care of your hands.”
Even then, Olivia could remember the disappointment in his eyes when she dropped out and the way he walked away from her.
She hadn’t seen him in years. He was one of the people she was afraid of seeing again.
Rufus had retired. She heard that he had set up his own lab and had been focusing on medical research.
His hair was almost completely white. His face looked more frail,
too.
Olivia clutched her sleeves tightly. She was afraid she might blurt out and call him her teacher.
“What do you mean by that, Mr. Moran?”
“I said Lionel can’t do this operation.”