Silas halted mid-stride. His sharp gaze locked onto Anna. "Lancaster? You're saying the twenty-something-year-old trying to operate on the old man is the Lancaster family's newly found daughter?"
Anna nodded frantically. "Yes, that's her! Isabella told me she grew up in the middle of nowhere and didn't even finish high school. How could she possibly know medicine? How could she dare operate on Grandpa in such a critical state?"
She sobbed hysterically, perfectly playing the part of a terrified granddaughter. Silas's brows knitted together fiercely.
The niece he had yet to even meet was acting as the lead surgeon on his father?
Even if Anna was right and this girl was playing a dangerous game, Douglas was still there.
How could Douglas just stand by and let Serena do something so reckless? Frowning deeper, he strode briskly toward the main hospital building.
Watching her father disappear into the distance, Anna immediately struggled to break free.
But the two bodyguards held her firmly in place.
Furious, she screamed, "Get the hell out of my way! I'm the heiress of this family! How dare you touch me?"
"Apologies, miss, but we only answer to the boss," one bodyguard replied, entirely unfazed. He gestured toward the main building. "After you."
Naturally, Anna refused to move, but she was no match for their sheer physical strength.
Desperate and helpless, she was half-dragged back toward the operating wing. She ground her teeth, seething with frustration.
But then a vicious thought hit her-Serena was about to face Silas's full, unbridled wrath.
Taking a deep breath, she shoved the guards away. "Let go of me! I can walk myself!"
Since she couldn't run,
she might as well get a front-row seat to watch her father destroy Serena, ensuring that bitch never had the chance to act superior again!
The glaring red light above the operating room was blinding.
Silas marched down the corridor, radiating a chilling, lethal aura.
His expression was grim. Every staff member he passed hurriedly averted their eyes and stepped out of his way.
But as he approached the observation deck outside the OR, he noticed an intensely bizarre atmosphere.
A massive team of specialists was slumped in defeat. Their faces were ashen, eves vacant, staring blankly at the live feed from the surgical room as if they had just suffered a catastrophic blow.
Silas recognized the man at the front-Professor Sterling, Vice President of the International Cardiovascular Society.
He narrowed his eyes and scanned the room.
Dr. Julian Miller wasn't among them.
"Silas," Douglas called out, spotting him and walking over.
The sound of his voice snapped the stunned specialists back to reality.
Upon seeing Silas, they visibly shuddered. One of them stammered,
"Mr. Vinton, you're time y here.
They've... they've already started in there..."
Silas's gaze turned frosty as he looked at his younger brother. "Douglas, explain yourself."
Facing his older brother, Douglas dialed back his usual icy edge. "You have to trust Serena."
"Trust a twenty-year-old girl?" Silas's face darkened. "Douglas, since when did you start playing games with our father's life?"
His voice laced with anger, he demanded, "Where is Dr. Smith?"
"He's already inside," Douglas replied, hands casually in his pockets, his expression perfectly calm. Orice you see Serena in
action, you'll understand exactly why
I trust her."
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Silas knew his brother was often cynical and aloof, rarely impressed by anyone.
For him to defend someone with such unyielding faith...
That was incredibly rare.