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    His eyes burned with excitement. It felt like he had stumbled upon a secret powerful enough to shake the entire medical field.


    If she truly was King, then merely witnessing her operate would make his career, and he could retire without a single regret.


    Outside the operating room, Brendon kept pacing, his brows knitted tight, anxiety etched into every line of his face. His chest heaved with ragged breaths. Katie and Ynda stood close beside him.


    Katie whispered one prayer after another, begging for Bethel to survive.


    Ynda stayed silent, but her thoughts were far darker. She silently hoped for the worst, so Christina would shoulder all the me.


    Robin, on the other hand, sat slouched on a bench,pletely at ease, confident that Christina would deliver good news. Her skill was far beyond a surgery like this.


    Unable to contain his excitement, he pulled out his phone and texted his friend.


    “Bro! You won’t believe how insanely skilled Epic is. She can do surgery too!”


    “Not animal stuff. Actual human surgery. She’s performing a full craniotomy—the one the local doctors refused to even attempt. And she looks so calm.”


    “I’m telling you, she’s hiding even more skills. This is only the beginning.”


    He sent three messages and received nothing back. He tried calling, but it rang incessantly, unanswered.


    He tried again. Still no answer.


    His brows furrowed with creeping worry, and he typed again. “Bro, why aren’t you responding? Where are you? Are you alright?”


    “Send a message once you see this. I’m starting to worry.”


    “Bro, when are youing out? We should grab a drink with Epicter.”


    He exited the chat and was about to put his phone away when it was suddenly snatched from his hand.


    A momentter, it ttered to the floor with a sharp crack. Shocked, Robin spun toward Brendon, whose face was twisted with rage.


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    Robin’s expression hardened as he stood up.


    “You’ve lost your mind,” Robin said, reaching for his phone.


    Brendon lunged without warning, and they crashed into a frantic struggle.


    “My grandmother is fighting for her life, and you’re sitting hereughing at your phone?” Brendon snarled. “Are you doing this on purpose?”


    Robin shot back, his words punctuated by a solid punch to Brendon’s face. “Don’t y dumb. You know why she’s lying in there. Your wife and your sister caused all of this. Don’t try to pin your family’s mess on me. I’m not part of it.”


    Katie and Ynda rushed forward to separate them, only to get caught in the fray.


    Robin’s elbow struck both women, forcing pained gasps from their throats as they bent over, momentarily speechless.


    “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” A sharp voice cut through the hallway.


    Someone was striding toward them with quick, furious steps.


    Robin finally recognized the person charging at him: Joselyn.


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