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Chapter 51: The Yarwood Banquet
Hilda craned her neck, her voice laced with concern. “But you know as well as I do that we can rake in a lot of money from the medical industry in no time. The family needs this. We can’t just cut off our main source of income.”
Arthur’s voice was slow and deliberate as he responded, “I’m not asking you to cut it off. Just… restrain yourself for a while. Let the dust settle.”
Hilda’s sharp mind immediately grasped what Arthur meant. “Did someone from Kingbourne stop by again, Dad?”
Arthur closed his eyes, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the room.
“Don’t worry,” Hilda assured him, a trace of arrogance in her tone. “I promise they won’t find anything. The Gibsons have been safe for over a decade. This time will be no different.”
The night outside was long and calm. But in a dimly lit building in Kingbourne, countless screens flickered and buzzed with activity.
Wynter, chewing gum absently, sat at her clinic in Southdale, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced speed. Within moments, every relevant individual received the same email. The quiet intruder had come and gone, leaving no trace behind.
The expressions of the recipients twisted with alarm as they opened the email.
One of them barked an order, “Investigate the Gibsons. Find everything—no stone left unturned. Keep it under wraps, though. And remember, no leaks.”
Their instructions were clear, but the tension in the air told a different story—this wasn’t a typical investigation.
Meanwhile, Wynter, satisfied with the progress, shut her laptop and stretched. She applied a calming mask to her face before sliding into bed.
The next day, Wynter made her routine visit to the hospital to treat Fabian. As she entered the ward, she was surprised to find that another of her regular patients wasn’t there.
Fabian, ever the chatterbox, tilted his head. “What do girls your age usually like, Dr. Miracle?”
Wynter thought for a moment. “I think most of them like clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories,” she replied with a shrug.
Fabian grinned and nudged Ryan. “Jot that down, Ryan. When my little princess returns, I want her to have all that.”
Ryan looked frazzled, wiping sweat from his brow. “Good news from Havenlight County, Mr. Quinneli. We’ve located the couple who adopted Ms. Quinnell. They’re willing to visit next week.”
“Havenlight County?” Wynter raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued.
Ryan turned to her. “Do you know it, Wynter?”
“I’ve heard of it,” she answered casually.
She had been overwhelmed lately, but Havenlight County was on her radar now. She needed to visit there eventually, especially after hearing about her biological parents.
Fabian, sensing her distraction, didn’t press the matter. “Well, that’s great news. Can’t wait to see her!”
Wynter didn’t linger after that. As she left the ward, Ryan called out to her.
“Wait a minute, Wynter!” He hurried over, clearly trying to be cautious. “I heard from Dr. Sergio that you’re going to the Yarwoods’ medical seminar, is that true?”
Wynter adjusted her black bag and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve heard right. Why? You got advice for me?”
Ryan hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “No, not advice. I just… I just wanted to ask. Are you really going?”
Wynter smiled lightly, her demeanor casual. “I have to go. Why not?”
Ryan fidgeted, his expression torn between worry and curiosity. “You don’t seem like you’re going there to treat someone…”
Wynter didn’t mince words. “The Yarwood family isn’t my goal. But it’s important that I go.”
Ryan’s face twitched, as though he wanted to say something more, but he bit his tongue. “Well, if you’re going, then I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just… be careful. You’ll know who Mr. Yarwood is when you get there.”
Wynter smiled again and turned away. She didn’t hear the last part of his words, her mind already focused on her next steps. As she walked home, she sent the final email of the night, ensuring that everything was in motion.
Back in Kingbourne, the authorities were doing everything they could to track down the anonymous informant. But despite all their technological means, they found nothing.
Two days later, September 19th arrived—the day of the Yarwood Banquet at the Caesar Hotel.
The event promised to be an extravagant gathering of the elite, and Wynter was determined to attend, prepared for whatever might come next. The Gibsons, the Yarwoods, and the secrets that linked them all were about to collide in ways none of them could have predicted.
