Chapter 247
But now, it was Caitlin standing before them.
They’d never met her before—yet somehow, every single one of them seemed to trust Caitlin without hesitation.
It was as if some invisible force had bound them all together.
Since his father and uncles all spoke in agreement, Easton didn’t press further.
His father and uncles had weathered more storms than most people could imagine. They’d crossed more bridges in their lifetimes than he’d walked roads. Easton nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s hope Dr. Kensington won’t let us down.” Ann, approaching from the side, caught Easton’s words.
Won’t let them down?
Ha!
As if that were possible.
Idiots—the lot of them. Trusting Hannah’s life to some inexperienced girl.
But then… it wasn’t a bad thing for Ann.
She’d already managed to bring in a renowned international medical expert. Once that girl left Hannah half-dead, the Richards family would come begging for her help.
The thought made Ann’s lips curl into a smug smirk, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.
It was just a matter of time.
Soon, the Richardses would be on their knees before her.
Inside the sterile room, Caitlin took out her acupuncture kit and began the procedure on Hannah.
One needle at a time, she placed each one with precision.
Hannah, lying on the bed in a haze, felt as though the blockages in her veins were suddenly cleared. Warmth flowed through her body, and for the first time in a long while, she felt at ease.
She struggled to open her eyes, and when she managed to, she saw the young woman working over her.
That face-how could it look so much like Carey in her youth?
Was it Freya?
Had Freya come back for her?
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Hannah slipped back into a dream.
She saw Freya, grown beautiful and poised. Even more radiant than Carey had once been.
“Freya… Freya Hannah murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
A single hot tear slid down her cheek.
Freya, Grandma misses you so much.
Outside the sterile room, the Richards family waited, anxiety etched on every face.
Minute by minute, time dragged on.
Before they knew it, the three and a half hours Caitlin had promised had come and gone.
Sutton Richards grew restless. “Uncle, didn’t Dr. Kensington say she’d finish the Golden Needle Channel Activation in three hours? It’s been three and a half, and there’s still no word from the operating room p>
Warren checked his watch. “She said it would take about three and a half hours. Be patient-let’s give it a bit longer p>
Wesley Richards frowned. “Uncle, do you really think Dr. Kensington can pull this off p>
Can she?
At that, Ann’s eyes flashed with venom as she sneered inwardly.
If that girl could save Hannah, she’d eat her own shoe.
Just then-
The doors to the sterile room swung open.
Caitlin stepped out.
“Dr. Kensington, how is she?” The Richards family rushed to her side.
Caitlin pulled off her mask. “The Golden Needle Channel Activation went very smoothly. The intracranial bleeding has been completely cleared. Hannah is out of immediate danger p>
The bleeding-gone? Out of danger?
Ann’s pupils contracted, her legs nearly giving way.
That girl-how could she possibly have saved Hannah?