Chapter 583 The Cold-Faced Maid
The hidden door in the middle of the bookshelf swung open, and a tall, slender woman stepped out.
Elizabeth gasped, "Mr. Stewart, she looks so much like Rowan! I almost thought Rowan had come back to life!"
The woman lifted her head and stared directly at Elizabeth. "Elizabeth, I am Rowan."
Juan chuckled softly.
Elizabeth was puzzled. "But your face..."
Juan explained, "Earlier, Michael had me take her away from the Murphy family's party. I hid her in a villa on the outskirts. Later, someone leaked the information and informed Gerald. Zander brought people and set fire to my villa, burning down the courtyard where Rowan was staying."
He pointed at Rowan and continued, looking at Elizabeth, "Rowan was drugged at the time and couldn't escape in time, so she got burned in the fire."
Seeing Elizabeth's anxious face, he quickly added, "But it wasn't too serious. Fortunately, I had told her about the hidden passage in her bedroom. She woke up from the pain and rolled into the passage, narrowly escaping."
Elizabeth was confused. "But I heard from Michael that Rowan had died. Zander wouldn't be so careless; he would have checked the scene. Whose body did he see?"
Rowan's voice was hoarse and rough, like it had been scraped with sandpaper. "It was the maid who had been taking care of me. She drugged my food. When the fire started, she came to check if I was unconscious, and I hit her on the back of the head with a vase, knocking her out."
Juan nodded. "Well done. Traitors deserve to go to hell. She got what she deserved."
Elizabeth was horrified. "Wasn't Zander afraid that others in the villa would be affected?"
Juan scoffed. "Do you think this is inland? On the border, human life is cheap. You've been here for a while now; don't you know that?"
Elizabeth took a deep breath. "I've seen the Murphy family's power, but I didn't expect the truth to be so brutal."
She turned to Juan. "So, Mr. Stewart, the acquaintance you mentioned is Rowan? You want Rowan to help me get into the ICU?"
Juan stood up and nodded. "Rowan's face was burned, and she's had plastic surgery. I arranged a new identity for her. Now, she's my person."
Rowan bowed respectfully. "At your service, Mr. Stewart."
Elizabeth was stunned by everything she was witnessing.
After a moment, Elizabeth remembered her purpose and asked, "So, Mr. Stewart, how will Rowan help me?"
Juan looked at her and corrected, "Elizabeth, first, you need to call her 'Lyanna Stewart.' She is no longer Rowan."
Elizabeth quickly adapted. "Alright, that's her new name. So, Mr. Stewart, how will Lyanna help me?"
Juan nodded approvingly. "You're quick to catch on. If you're ready, we can leave now. Lyanna will help us get in smoothly. You just need to cooperate with her."
Elizabeth nodded eagerly. "Great! I have no issues! Nothing to pack. Let's go now."
She was about to rush out the door when Juan grabbed her. "About Lyanna's identity..."
Elizabeth made an OK gesture. "Got it. I'll keep it under wraps."
Juan released her. "Good."
He looked at Lyanna. "Let's go. She can't wait any longer."
Lyanna, expressionless, bowed her head and followed Juan downstairs.
Elizabeth left Stewart Manor and immediately called her bodyguard, instructing him to wait for her at the hotel.
Although she felt a bit anxious and uncertain about how Juan planned to have Lyanna get her in to see Michael, Juan's calm demeanor reassured her.
She decided not to worry and instead looked out the car window, imagining her reunion with Michael.
When they arrived at the entrance of Silverline Hospital, the driver stopped the car, and Lyanna helped Juan out.
The bodyguards from the following car also got out.
Elizabeth looked up at the Silverline Hospital building, feeling a mix of emotions.
She had come to this hospital for surgery because it was the best in Majestic City. She never expected it to be owned by the Murphy family.
They took the elevator directly to the ICU floor.
Juan instructed Lyanna, "Take her over."
Lyanna nodded. "Yes, Mr. Stewart."
She led the way.
Elizabeth followed, her mind filled with questions. Since Glenn's incident, Rowan seemed like a completely different person.
No, not seemed. She truly had become someone else.
She was no longer the gentle and resilient nurse. Now, she was Juan's subordinate, the cold-faced maid of the Stewart family.
Majestic City, Silverline Hospital, ICU isolation room.
Michael lay motionless on the bed.
Countless scenes flashed through his mind, blurring the line between dreams and reality.
Michael saw Cordelia sitting by his bed, smiling gently at him. "Michael, wake up and look at our child. See if he looks like you."
He struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the baby in Cordelia's arms, but he couldn't see clearly.
Michael was confused.
Wasn't Cordelia's child from a sperm bank? How could he look like him? What was Cordelia thinking? Had she lost her mind?
He struggled to sit up, breaking free from Cordelia's grip, and stood up, pushing open the glass door of the room and walking out.
He was Elizabeth's husband, the father of Pearl, Nolan, and Francis. How could he stay by Cordelia's side?
Michael staggered as he walked.
At the end of the hallway, Elizabeth hurriedly arrived, meeting his shocked gaze.
"Elizabeth, you finally came?" He grabbed her wrist, asking excitedly.
Elizabeth looked at Cordelia holding the baby at the room's entrance and shook off his hand. "It seems I came at a bad time."
He grabbed her wrist again, smiling sincerely. "No, it's perfect timing."
Michael leaned on her, whispering in her ear, "Now, we can go home together."
Cordelia, staring at Michael, stood up abruptly and called over a bodyguard. "Check if Michael is awake."
She couldn't enter the ICU to check herself, so she immediately called the on-duty doctor inside.
"Doctor, please check if Michael is awake. I just saw his fingers moving!"
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