Just as Esther was about to dig up Chloe’s stolen photos of Evander from a magazine and the social media post about breaking off the engagement with Diego, a familiar voice came from behind, interrupting Chloe’s angry accusations: “When did I, Evander Westvale, become such a jerk that I’d abandon my wife and child?”
The deep, rich voice carried a trace of anger, intensifying his sharp aura. The previously noisy accusations instantly fell silent, and every pair of eyes turned toward the source.
There stood Evander, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, holding an expensive bag, his face dark as he strode toward them. His powerful presence cleared the space around him like nothing could survive within ten steps. His cold, murderous aura made people instinctively take a few steps back, eyes wide with disbelief as they looked at this man who was constantly in the media spotlight…
“Mr. Westvale?”
Chloe’s hand holding the phone trembled violently, and the phon
In front of everyone, being threatened by a woman like this made Gideon feel completely humiliated. His expression twisted with disgust as he snapped, “As if anyone would want you! Just because you got a bit of plastic surgery, you think you’re some kind of beauty? Please. Forget the whole ‘fake rich girl’ thing—even if you were the real daughter of the Davenier family, I still wouldn’t stoop so low as to date you!”The Langford family was a prominent noble house in the capital. While not as influential as the Westvale family, they were catching up to powerful families like the Fallons and Whitmores.Gideon had once liked Esther, but he could never fully admit it—not with her being an adopted daughter, especially one with a scar on her face. In their elite circle, dating someone like her would be considered a joke.Eventually, his feelings faded, replaced by shallow desire—especially after Chloe told him that Esther had been disowned by the Davenie
Esther’s words were strong, powerful, and to the point, silencing Maris, who suddenly realized her righteous anger was somewhat invalid. Her fierce momentum to insult instantly deflated. “Esther, you vile woman! Bastard! Lunatic!” Probably truly angered yet helpless, Maris had no other tactic but to curse, “Just wait! I’ll find your birth parents who abandoned you and make them deal with you!” Whoever could abandon their newborn on the street couldn’t be a good person—definitely a ruthless monster, maybe even a scoundrel. Esther’s arrogance should be dealt with by someone even more shameless and ruthless! Maris swore she’d dig deep to find Esther’s real parents. Having shameless parents is an eternal burden no orphan could ever escape. Moreover, those who abandoned their child back then would surely try to benefit when their daughter was about to marry into a wealthy family. The Westvale family might marry an abandoned baby, but never would they a
“Her?”Evander was caught off guard. Of all the experts present, Adrian hadn’t chosen a single one—instead, he chose the woman he liked.“It’s not that I don’t want to lend her to you. But… she hasn’t studied medicine. I’m afraid… she won’t be of much help. How about picking someone from the expert team instead?”“What, Mr. Westvale—do you also look down on Esther?”Adrian gave a faint smile as he looked at Esther. “Do you think, like Amelia, that she’s just a pretty face?”At this point, Evander couldn’t say anything else. He had no choice but to nod in agreement. Soon after, the experts in the ward were dismissed, and Esther and Adrian went in.Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Westvale had made a full recovery.The surgery had been a success. As for the treatment plan—closed drainage combined with a nerve block a
“No—Mr. Westvale—it’s not what you think!” Amelia’s legs went weak. She hurried to explain, shaking her head frantically. “As a doctor, I was just giving Esther a friendly reminder that plastic surgery might affect childbirth! It has nothing to do with my skills! Everyone in the hospital knows how good I am—otherwise, Dr. Lewis wouldn’t have let me operate on your mother!”As she spoke, Amelia tried everything—sending silent cues to Adrian, practically pleading. We’re in this together—if I go down, you go down too!“I’ve been your mother’s private doctor for a long time. She knows my skills better than anyone. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked for me the moment her condition worsened—”“You can leave now.” Before Evander could respond, Adrian cut her off coldly. His face was frosty. “Let’s be clear—I know for a fact you had nothing to do with saving Mrs. Elena Westvale. From now on, don’t bother showing up at the Westvale residence. And if I ever hear
"Good, you're here."Although Evander didn’t look particularly happy, he was still polite—after all, this man had saved his mother’s life."She’s been having chest pain, coughing up blood, insomnia, and emotional instability. You were the one who performed her surgery. I’d appreciate it if you could guide my medical team and help determine the best treatment plan going forward."Adrian was a straightforward man. He cast a brief, seemingly casual glance at Esther as he replied."Mr. Westvale, I have to clarify something again. Yes, the surgery was handled by our team, but I wasn’t the one who performed it."He wasn’t the type to take credit for someone else’s work, nor would he sell out a friend."That said, I was present for the entire operation and remember the procedure well. I’m quite familiar with Madam Westvale’s condition.""That’s exactly what I was hoping for." Evander gave a faint nod and opened the door to his mother’s hospi
Seven or eight grown men were getting ruthlessly scolded by Amelia, who was wearing high heels with a white coat. They were filled with grievance, but none of them could muster a single word in response. After all, they knew the situation—Mrs. Westvale's heart had stopped for half an hour, and it was Amelia who miraculously brought her back.A miracle of that level was enough to go down in the annals of medical history. The feat was on par with the legendary skill of the mythical healer Estelle Moon. Let alone their own medical expert team—even the top-tier consulting panel in the capital couldn’t have pulled off such a resurrection.Though they were inwardly unconvinced by her arrogance, it seemed they had no grounds to refute her, either.One of them cautiously offered a reminder: "It’s just that Mrs. Westvale’s pulmonary edema isn’t actually that serious. Performing another major surgery might only worsen her already fragile condition...""Not serious?