Chapter 690 Deep Sibling Affection 1
Upon seeing the visitor's face clearly, Quentin's cold gaze shot over.
"Of course, it's you." He smiled, his slender fingers brushing the cuff of his suit.
Then he suddenly raised his head, his voice as cold as ice.
"But Mark, what right do you have to make me stop?"
Mark walked up to him. "I indeed have no right."
"I know you are with her. I just want to warn you: no matter what, don't hurt her. Otherwise, I will stop at nothing to be your enemy."
"You?" Quentin raised an eyebrow indifferently.
Mark stared straight at him, a stubborn and unyielding determination in his bones. "If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
"Fine, I'm happy to oblige!"
As soon as Quentin got into the car, a torrential downpour began.
Willie hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Taft, the rain is too heavy. Should we still go back?"
"Yes."
Quentin's voice was firm and decisive.
Fortunately, by the time they reached the airport, the rain had lessened.
The plane took off as scheduled.
When he turned off his phone, he saw a message in his Facebook inbox.
[Stay safe, and let me know as soon as you arrive.]
When Quentin's plane landed, it was almost midnight.
Quentin turned on his phone and replied to the message first.
[I've arrived. Get some good sleep!]
[Good night!]
After sending the message, he put his phone back in his pocket.
Suddenly hearing a notification, he opened it to find her reply: [Okay, good night!]
Seeing this, he immediately replied excitedly, [Why aren't you asleep yet? Were you waiting for me?]
He didn't expect a direct answer from her.
To his surprise, she replied, [Yes.]
Although it was just a single word, it made his heart surge with excitement.
Grace had admitted it.
Admitted that she missed him; admitted that she cared about him.
So, she still loved him, right?
The next day, Quentin had just gotten into the car, ready to set off.
Suddenly, Willie turned around and reported, "Mr. Taft, it's Mrs. Taft's car."
"Ignore her, drive around." Quentin's gaze was indifferent.
Quentin's eyes showed no emotion, as if he were dealing with a stranger.
However, as soon as Willie started the car,
Ruby stood by and began knocking on the window. "Quentin, I have something to say to you."
"Willie, drive."
Quentin looked straight ahead, not blinking once.
"But Mrs. Taft?" Willie hesitated.
Quentin raised his voice, immediately angry. "I'll say it again, drive now."
Willie could only nod. "Yes, Mr. Taft."
Watching the car speed away, Ruby quickly got into her car. "Follow them."
The two cars drove one after the other.
When they reached the hospital, Quentin had just gotten out of the car when Ruby caught up.
"Quentin, are you planning to stay mad at me forever and never speak to me?" Ruby grabbed his hand, looking devastated.
Quentin coldly pushed her hand away, distancing himself from her.
"Ms. Taft, I'm not as heartless as you, a mother who would scheme against her daughter."
"I'll say it again, if Helen doesn't wake up, I will never forgive you."
Ruby wiped her tears in extreme sadness. "Quentin, what do I have to say for you to believe that it was truly an accident?"
"Accident?" Quentin sneered at her. "Can you say it wasn't you who took Helen to Caroline's birthday party? Why did you do all this? Wasn't it to force me to show up?"
"If it weren't for you, Helen wouldn't have had this accident."
"I don't want to see you."
Ruby looked at him with a face full of sorrow.
She wanted to chase after him, but Quentin had already taken the elevator and left.
Willie, feeling sympathetic, handed her a handkerchief. "Mrs. Taft, Mr. Taft is going to meet with a team of experts. These experts were invited from all over the world with great effort."
"If things go well, Ms. Taft might wake up soon."
"With Ms. Taft mediating, your relationship with Mr. Taft will surely improve."
Ruby nodded sadly. "I hope so."
The entire morning, the conference room was filled with top experts, scholars, and professors invited by Quentin.
They discussed for several hours and came up with several plans.
However, each plan had a common point: the success rate of the surgery was not high. If it failed, Helen might never wake up.
In the worst case, Helen could die on the operating table.
"Mr. Taft, for this surgery, Ms. Taft's success rate is already 20% higher than average."
"Everyone here is top-notch. If you agree to our plan, we can start preparing immediately."
Quentin stood there, silent the whole time, his brows furrowed deeply.
"20% higher?" he murmured. "So what? The total success rate is still less than half."
"When I invited you, I made it very clear that I want a success rate close to 100%, ensuring Helen will wake up and be safe."
With those words, more than half the people in the conference room had left within ten minutes.
Finally, Helen's attending physician stepped forward to speak.
"Mr. Taft, forgive us for our limited skills, but we really can't meet your demands. All surgeries carry risks."
"In Ms. Taft's case, if we use conventional therapy, there will be no life-threatening risk, but the chances of her waking up are very slim. We can only wait; if you want her to wake up quickly, you must take a risk. Danger and opportunity always coexist."
"Think it over."
After leaving the conference room, Quentin locked himself in his room for an entire day.
No matter who knocked, he didn't respond.
He didn't eat any of his three meals.
Willie was extremely anxious, not knowing how many times he had knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
In the end, he had no choice but to call Grace.
"Ms. Morgan, I'm sorry to bother you. This is Willie."
"Willie?"
Grace was a bit surprised.
"Ms. Morgan, if you're not busy, could you call Mr. Taft to comfort him?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Mr. Taft rushed back today to meet with renowned doctors from all over to treat Ms. Taft, but the results were very disappointing. Mr. Taft is very depressed and hasn't eaten all day."
"He's locked himself in his room, ignoring everyone. I'm very worried about him."
After hanging up, Grace immediately called Quentin.
But no matter how many times Grace called Quentin, there was no answer.
"Quentin, please pick up the phone. You're driving me crazy with worry!"
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