Chapter 92
92 Treat a Special Patient
Ryan didn’t take Wynter to the nearest hospital but to the Caesar Hotel in the city
center.
There were a lot of cars along the way, and there were traffic jams everywhere.
Ryan craned his neck to look around, afraid of wasting time.
Wynter sat in the back seat, saying calmly, “Ryan, calm down first. Tell me the
patient’s symptoms.”
“I can’t tell what the illness was. She suddenly fainted. I didn’t see her.”
Ryan glanced at the driver, whispering, “The sick one has been weak and has a
history of anemia. Although she is the Quinnell family’s adopted daughter, Mr.
Quinnell Senior treats her like his granddaughter as she looks similar to the real Ms.
Quinnell. When you go in later, please pay attention to that.”
Wynter said casually, “Ms. Quinnell has been lost since she was a child. How can the
Quinnells see the similarity?”
Ryan sighed. “She has photos of her childhood. This adopted daughter was also in
human trafficking before. I followed others to find her. As soon as Mr. Quinnell
Senior saw her, he matched up with Ms. Quinnell’s photo. He was sad for a long time
when he found their DNA unmatched.”
After hearing that, she said lightly, “I got it.”
She didn’t care much about the Quinnells‘ family affairs. What she cared about was
the sudden fainting.
There were precursors to any disease, and this sudden fainting was a bit strange.
Well, forget it. She would check it anyway when she got there.
She must help Ryan.
Meanwhile, a well–dressed woman entered the hotel’s Frenda restaurant, carrying a
Chanel bag.
She didn’t sit down but leaned against the door, turning sideways to let a girl behind
her enter.
The girl wore a hand–customized white dress, and her face looked particularly
delicate because it hadn’t been exposed to sunlight all year round. What she wore around her neck
was Dior limited edition rhinestones. Under the light, she looked like
a princess.
She looked slender and delicate. Everyone could tell that she was the daughter of a wealthy family.
The moment she came in, everyone around her was looking at her.
Although they were all big shots in Southdale, there had never been such a stylish and luxurious girl in
Southdale.
She even used pure Frendese with the chef.
The chef, Pierre, made a gesture of k*ssing her hand without actually touching her hand. He was
gentle and humble. “Ms. Quinnell, it’s my honor to serve you.”
Ms. Quinnell?
“Is she that Ms. Quinnell?”
“Which one?”
“The one from Kingbourne, the richest family in the city. The chef of Caesar Hotel
wouldn’t personally greet other Quinnells. Do you remember? The Caesar Hotel is the
Yarwoods‘ assets.”
“Oh my God!”
The ladies, who were having afternoon tea, took a breath and lowered their voices.
That girl seemed to have everything they envied, including diamonds and luxury bags. Most
importantly, the atmosphere of being cherished by others.
Wanda was also among the ladies. Seeing everyone’s discussion, she asked, “Didn’t
the Quinnells have been men for generations?”
After what happened at the Gibsons, fewer people asked Wanda out to drink tea in the past two days.
Everyone avoided her, and their neglect was obvious.
92 Treat a Special Patient
They came out with her today as she offered a meal.
Ms. Snyder, who was in the jewelry business, ignored Wanda’s question.
However, considering that the Scotts were in Kingbourne, she answered lazily, “The Quinnells had a
granddaughter, but they lost her when she was a child. That girl is an adopted granddaughter. The
Quinnells pamper her very much. Don’t ask casually in the future, or you’ll offend them.”
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