Chapter 422 Sign a Will
The next morning, Elizabeth arrived at the hospital where Quinn was staying, bright and early. She knew the staff well.
A nurse greeted her in the hallway, "Hey, Dr. Jones! Long time no see."
Elizabeth smiled, "Hey there. Yeah, it's been a while."
She headed to Quinn's room. Jesse was there, giving her a hard look.
"Dr. Jones, I heard about you and Michael. Today's his wedding day. Is that gonna mess with your head? Will it affect my son's surgery?"
Elizabeth was a bit taken aback. Most of the patients' families she dealt with, except for Silver King, were always polite to her. She hadn't expected Jesse to have this attitude.
She wasn't even a doctor at this hospital and could have easily refused to take on Quinn's surgery. She was doing it for Eloise.
"Mr. Reed, I am a qualified doctor. I adhere to my professional ethics. Once I step into the operating room, the only thing on my mind is my patient. Please rest assured."
There was something about Jesse's face that felt oddly familiar to her, especially when he looked at her with that cold expression. It made Elizabeth feel uneasy.
A nurse approached, "Dr. Jones, Quinn's pre-op checks are all done. We can take him to the OR now."
"Alright."
In the changing room, Elizabeth swapped her clothes and locked her phone in a locker. Once everything was ready, she walked into the operating room.
Meanwhile, at the wedding venue of Michael and Margaret, Samuel was in a wheelchair, greeting guests with Delilah.
Samuel had intentionally made the wedding a grand affair. He wanted everyone in the business world to know that the Taylor family and the Thomas family were now united.
From now on, everyone would have to show the Taylor family some respect.
Even though Michael looked down on him, the public was unaware of their true relationship. Samuel wanted to disgust Michael while leveraging his business connections.
Sarah walked into the banquet hall alone.
David, who was chatting with Matthew, spotted her immediately. He pretended to stay calm and didn't move.
Sarah scanned the room and saw David. He was chatting with Matthew and some beautiful women, looking as if he was the star of the day.
Sarah snorted and turned to find a place to sit.
Matthew noticed her too and whispered to David, "Why is Sarah here? I thought she was abroad."
"Maybe she's here for Elizabeth."
Matthew glanced around, a hint of unease on his face, "Something feels off today. You should find a way to get her to leave."
David understood and whispered something to a nearby woman. The woman glanced at Sarah, smiled, and nodded at David.
The woman linked her arm with David's, and they walked towards Sarah.
Sarah had already noticed David's actions, feeling a pang of bitterness.
If she had known, she would have brought a date.
Now it looked like she had lost.
David stood in front of her, "Sarah, long time no see. I heard you have a new boyfriend. Why didn't you bring him?"
Sarah stood up, sneering, "He doesn't speak the language. I didn't want him to be bored, so I didn't bring him."
David's face briefly showed disappointment, "Really? That's considerate of you."
He gently pulled the woman beside him closer, "Sarah, this is my fiancée. We're getting married on April 1st. You must have heard. Will you come to congratulate us?"
Sarah glared at him, said nothing, and grabbed her bag to leave.
David watched her go, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.
She was still the same, unable to tolerate even the slightest grievance. He had expected this.
Matthew walked over, pulling him towards the entrance, "Why are there so many bodyguards at this wedding?"
David glanced around, "It's not just the Taylor family's security, but also Michael's people."
Matthew frowned, "It's getting late. Why haven't the bride and groom shown up yet?"
Samuel, waiting at the entrance, was also getting anxious. He had a bad feeling something was about to happen.
He called Margaret, "What are you doing? Why are you taking so long? Get to the wedding now!"
Margaret's voice sounded oddly cheerful, "My dear brother, don't worry. I'm still getting ready. I'll be there soon."
Samuel, dressed in a suit and sitting in a wheelchair for most of the day, was itching to leave. His injuries hadn't healed, and he was uncomfortable.
"Just hurry up! Don't cause any trouble!"
He hung up and called the family doctor, asking him to come to the wedding venue immediately. He needed to find a room to change his bandages.
At the same time, Michael, along with his well-trained men, had stormed into the now poorly guarded Taylor Villa.
Margaret had opened the door for them.
She had overheard Samuel's conversation with Jennifer and guessed that Samuel had given the box to Delilah. He had mentioned placing the box with "her."
Delilah was devoted to Samuel and would surely keep it safe.
To outsiders, Delilah was Samuel's stepmother, and their relationship couldn't be that good. Samuel would never entrust something important to Delilah.
Margaret knew Samuel too well. She easily guessed where Delilah had hidden the box.
Following Margaret's instructions, Michael found the box. He immediately opened it, ensured its contents were intact, and then threw the box and its contents into the fireplace.
The fire roared, quickly consuming the box.
Michael watched the flames intently, his expression turning fierce.
He ordered his men, "Let's go. Time to meet Mr. Byron Taylor."
He glanced at Margaret, his tone cold and devoid of warmth, "Margaret, are you sure about this?"
Margaret's face was resolute, "I'm sure. There's no turning back now."
Byron lay in bed, no longer the imposing figure he once was.
Margaret approached, standing before him, "My dear father, what happened to you? Your illness wasn't this severe."
Byron looked at her and Michael in terror, his voice hoarse but unable to speak.
Margaret sneered, "I see. Your precious son gave you some special medicine to worsen your condition, didn't he?"
She produced a document and held it in front of Byron, "Dad, this is your will. You're leaving all the Taylor family assets and shares to me. Sign it now."
Byron's hand trembled as he pulled it under the covers, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at Margaret.
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