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    “Mr. Emmett, I’m taking over a surgery. I need your full backing to ensure the hospital directorplies,” Christina said. Her voice was cold, but a faint tremor lurked beneath the surface. She forced it down. She couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Bethel’s life hung by the thinnest of threads. Christina had to pull her back.


    She ended the call and moved forward, only to find Brendon and the others blocking her path.


    “Christina, this is a human life! This isn’t some animal you can experiment on! Are you trying to kill Grandma?” Brendon shouted.


    Ynda added in a gently worried tone, “Christina, you treat animals. Please don’t be reckless. Mrs. Dawson is a person. If something happens… people will call it malpractice.”


    Beneath her soft concern, a cold satisfaction simmered. She wanted nothing more than for Christina to walk into that operating room and destroy herself. If Bethel died on the table, Christina would be dragged down with her. It was perfect.


    “You wicked woman! Don’t you dare touch my grandmother! I knew you were trouble. Only a fool would trust you and hand over our family estate!” Katie screamed, throwing her arms wide as if her body alone could form a barrier.


    “Move,” Christinamanded. Her voice was ice, sharp enough to cut. Her gaze held a chilling intensity that made them all freeze for a second.


    “Stop this insanity! I won’t let you near that OR—” Brendon began.


    Before he could finish, Christina kicked him aside again. Katie charged but was effortlessly knocked back, her shoulder hitting the wall with a thud.


    Ynda rushed to help and took a blow to the stomach, copsing into Brendon, who was still struggling to rise.


    The impact drove the breath from Brendon’s lungs. Dizziness swamped him as he fought to stay conscious. Through blurred vision, he saw Christina’s retreating back, her steps measured and relentless.


    “Chris… ti… na…” he tried to shout, but it came out as a weak, broken whisper.


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    Robin watched Christina stride away, his face a mask of pure awe, his eyes alight with exhration. She was truly incredible.


    He shifted his gaze to Brendon, who looked ready to erupt. “You deserved that,” Robin said with a sharp smile, before turning to follow Christina.


    He would never have imagined her stepping into an operating room to perform brain surgery. How many more secrets did she hold?


    He already knew about her formidable hacking skills. Guarding that truth alone gave him a peculiar, thrilling sense of privilege—a private connection between them. Her silent trust in him ignited a fierce, warm loyalty.


    Unlike Brendon, Robin never questioned her capabilities. For him, her decision to act was proof enough she could seed. Christina never engaged in a battle she couldn’t win. Given everything else she had mastered, surgical skill seemed just another addition to her arsenal.


    He saw no risk, only the promise of further revtion.


    Inside the operating room, the assisting surgical team exchanged uneasy nces. Allowing a veterinarian to lead aplex craniotomy seemed like professional recklessness.


    Yet none felt confident enough to take the lead themselves. With the director’s approval secured, they had no choice but to assist. Without Calvin’s explicit endorsement, none would have dared participate.


    If the patient died, the fallout would be catastrophic.


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