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Chapter 33
The expressions on the Queen siblings’ faces shifted instantly, turning from confusion to outrage.
Frieda’s eyes narrowed as she glared at Roxanne. “What are you saying?” she snapped. “Can you treat him or not? If you can’t, just say it! Don’t curse my grandfather like that!”
Roxanne’s gaze turned icy as she met Frieda’s challenge. “I’m putting this very mildly. After the delay in treatment, your grandfather’s organs are failing one by one. His immune system is deteriorating rapidly. Normally, cases like this require timely and proper care, but your team just pumped him full of drugs, hoping for a quick fix. That’s not treatment—it’s speeding up his demise.”
Frieda’s temper flared, but before she could retort, the leader of the medical team stepped forward, his face flushed with irritation. “If you don’t understand the situation, then don’t speak nonsense, Miss. Old Mr. Queen’s condition was critical. If we hadn’t administered the medication when we did, he wouldn’t have made it through! Don’t question our professionalism. We’re hired by Ms. Pearson—why would we harm him?”
The name caught Roxanne’s ear instantly. Ms. Pearson? Does he mean Aubree? Her blood ran cold as she realized the connection. I can’t believe she hired this so-called medical team. Not only are they incompetent, but they’re also arrogant enough to act like experts.
Roxanne’s expression hardened as she countered, “Professionalism? Forgive me, but I see no professionalism here. If there was any, your patient wouldn’t be in this condition. He’s deteriorated under your care, not improved.”
The doctor opened his mouth, but no words came out. He stood there, dumbfounded, unable to respond to the harsh truth she’d just laid bare.
Frieda’s face flushed with anger as she stepped forward. “So, what are you saying? You think you’re some miracle worker? Can you cure my grandfather or not? Aubree has introduced so many doctors over the years to treat him. Lucian is doing the same, but now you’re telling us all their efforts have been in vain?”
Roxanne turned her gaze toward Lucian, whose expression remained as cold as stone. She didn’t back down, her voice steady as she replied, “I’m not here to judge the work of others. I’m here to tell the truth. If anyone’s to blame, it’s the failure to provide proper care when it was needed most.”
Frieda’s lips tightened in frustration. “You—!”
Seeing the argument escalating, Jonathan stepped in, his expression hardening as he shot a sharp look at his sister.
Frieda immediately fell silent, her face flushed with embarrassment at being reprimanded in front of everyone.
Jonathan then turned to Roxanne, his tone softening. “I apologize for my sister’s behavior,” he said, his voice sincere. “But right now, I don’t care about what happened before. I just want to know if you’re confident in your ability to treat my grandfather. If you are, please, hurry. As you said, his condition is critical, and we can’t afford any more delays.”
Frieda huffed under her breath, unable to resist a final jab. “Yeah, aren’t you so great? Quickly treat our grandfather, then. Let’s see just how capable you really are.”
Roxanne ignored her mockery, turning back to the bed. Her mind was focused solely on Alfred’s condition, pushing aside the tension in the room. She approached the bed with a renewed determination. “I’m going to treat him now,” she said, her voice firm. “Please help me remove Old Mr. Queen’s clothing.”
The room fell into an uneasy silence as Roxanne prepared to do what she could for the man who lay on the brink of death. She could feel the weight of the expectations on her, but she pushed it all aside. She would not fail.
