Hearing the voice, Yvonne frowned and tapped Dr. Sewell''s head. "Well? Answer her. Tell Mrs. Walker everything''s fine."


    Yvonne was holding the sharp scalpel that the surgeon had just been inspecting, pressing it against the artery in Dr. Sewell''s neck.


    Dr. Sewell broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "N-nothing''s wrong. The surgery has begun."


    Hearing Dr. Sewell''s voice, Mrs. Walker finally rxed. She continued to wait patiently outside the OR, praying that Ynda''s surgery would be as sessful as thest two, and that Ynda would regain her health.


    Unfortunately, her prayers were not heard.


    Mrs. Walker didn''t get to see the end of the surgery. Instead, she was met by Bet, who had arrived with a team of investigators.


    "Mrs. Walker, you are under arrest for attempted murder and illegal organ trafficking,” the lead investigator said, walking up to her and snapping handcuffs on her wrists.


    Mrs. Walker stared at the cold metal on her wrists,pletely dazed.


    "On what grounds are you arresting me? Do you know who I am? I''m Vincent''s wife! My husband won''t let you get away with this."


    Even as she was being arrested, Mrs. Walker continued to shout threats.


    "Mr. Walker can barely save himself, Mrs. Walker. You''d best worry about your own fate."


    With that, the investigators took Mrs. Walker, her bodyguards, and all the doctors and nurses involved in the surgery into custody.


    Meanwhile, Bet carried Yvonne out of the hospital.


    Bet''s car was parked at the main entrance of the county hospital, alongside the investigators'' vehicles.


    Bet ced Yvonne in the car. She was still wearing a thin hospital gown.


    He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, then gently stroked her cheek. "Are you hurt?" Bet asked.


    "No, I''m fine," Yvonne replied with a grin, shaking her head. "Those


    doctors and nurses were total


    cowards. The moment I opened my


    eyes, they thought I was a ghost and nearly wet themselves."


    "And you''re stillughing," Bet said, gently tapping her nose with a fond,


    affectionate look. "Let''s go home."


    "Okay." Yvonne nodded. "Is the baby


    okay? I only got to hold her for a I


    second before the doctors took me


    away. Oh, have you seen her she


    has a heart-shaped birthmark on fer right arm, about the size of a fingernail."


    Having been switched at birth herself, Yvonne was understandably paranoid.


    She had checked her daughter carefully right after she was born, and the birthmark ensured that no one could easily switch her baby.


    "Don''t worry, Mom and Helen haven''t taken their eyes off Coralie. Who would dare switch the Thompson family''s precious little princess?" Bet said.


    "Coralie? Is that the baby''s name?" Yvonne''s beautiful, expressive eyes lit up. Is that for our family of three?


    I like it. And it sounds like ''corat which is lovely."


    "That''s what Mom thought, too. We''ll call her Coralie for now. We can wait for Grandpa to choose her official name,” Bet said.


    He fastened Yvonne''s seatbelt and then drove away from the county hospital.


    The drive from the county hospital back to the city of Istra took another two hours or


    So.


    But Bet drove smoothly, and Yvonne reclined her seat, leaned back, and sleptfortably for the entire ride.


    She had just given birth and hadn''t had a chance to rest yet. As soon as the car left the county town, Yvonne was fast asleep.