Chapter 22 They Both Sensed A Spark

• The atmosphere turned freezing when he entered the elevator. He seemed cool and collected when he avoided making eye contact. But when he did, he was dangerously seductive. "Talk up," he insisted. With a wiped hand, Victor remarked, "Mr. Yarwood, you can relax." Our hospital's expert in this area is Dr. Gibson. Everything should be alright, as she is taking care of Mr. Quinnell Senior. If not Yarwood family patriarch Dalton Yarwood, then who else would be terrorizing such high-profile people? Dalton's eyes shot up as he rotated the beaded bracelet around his wrist.
• “The news I received doesn’t match.” “Mr. Yarwood, we really didn’t lie to you,” Jeremy stuttered. “Even if we had the courage, we wouldn’t dare delay Mr. Quinnell Senior’s treatment. He’s from the Quinnell family!” Dalton remained quiet. He just stood and waited for the elevator to reach the 6th floor. The more he acted like that, the more intimidating he became. Victor’s legs were beginning to feel weak. Finally, they reached the 6th floor, and Dalton let them exit first! They understood. He didn’t want to reveal his identity. But nobody could tell them why Hilda was in the observation room.
• Dalton stopped walking and looked at the attending physician, who was gathering needles in the emergency department. "Wasn't Dr. Gibson supposed to be performing the surgery?" he said in a chilly tone. Who, then, is she? The guy near the patient's bedside was dressed in a cap and medical mask. She gathered the needles quickly and precisely. Her technique was deft and polished, but there was no mistaking the youth in her eyes. "She..." Jeremy wiped away his perspiration, nearly scared to death and unable to think of a plausible justification. After losing his temper, Victor grabbed Hilda from the observation room.