Chapter 1032: Chapter 1031
The mention of Serena sent Stinger into a frenzy, his hands gripping the railing as if he could bend the bars with his bare rage. "Let me out! I’m gonna make her pay for what she did to my folks. An eye for
an eye; I’m gonna get vengeance for my parents."
Just thinking about the indignities his parents suffered before their deaths filled him with an uncontrollable urge to flay Serena alive, to exact every ounce of pain she owed.
Rosemary spoke with an eerie calm, "Killing her won’t bring your parents back to life. If they were still around, they’d want you to keep living, and to live well."
Stinger’s eyes reddened further, and despite his best efforts, tears breached his defenses and cascaded down his cheeks.
After he had his moment to grieve, Rosemary prodded, "Was the operation Erik ran doing the dirty work for Lucas and Beverly?"
Stinger was taken aback and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
"There’s no deep-seated vendetta between Serena and the Collins couple. No motive to hit their company unless Erik’s death was linked to them. Serena is notorious for holding a grudge; if she knew
they were behind her biological father’s death, she’d seek revenge."
"And how did you guess I was with the Lott family, working for them?"
"I did my homework on you. It started when I found out Yolanda had neither the cash nor the connections to hire someone to kill me. Digging deeper, I stumbled upon your ties to Erik."
"So, you figured it out."
"Over the years, following Erik’s orders, did you indirectly handle a lot of dirty work for Lucas and Beverly?"
"Not a lot," Stinger replied, his gaze growing distant. "I saw Erik as a father. Whatever he asked of me, I did without question, never thought to keep evidence for my own protection."
After every job, Stinger would destroy any evidence, fearing it might come back to haunt him.
Looking into his eyes, Rosemary asked, "What exactly did you do for them?"
Stinger hesitated, then, gazing at the girl before him, chose silence over confession.
"Don’t worry. If you’ve hurt my family, I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. After all, every debt has its debtor, and if Lucas and Beverly are truly to blame, they’ll answer to me."
Stinger was both surprised and skeptical, but ultimately, he laid all his cards on the table.
"Erik and Martha were Lucas and Beverly’ spies in your household, reporting every move back to them. And it wasn’t just them – there were others in the company on their payroll. The ’accidents’ that befell
your parents and the instability within the company were all their doing." Stinger spilled everything he knew.
Rosemary couldn’t believe her so-called aunt and uncle had been up to such filth behind the scenes.
"There is something I’d like your help with."
In the hospital.
A young nurse hurried to find Martin Cooper.
"Mr. Cooper, Ms. Cooper has had a sudden onset of septicemia early this morning. It’s not looking good."
As Martin heard the news, panic surged through him like a wildfire. "What are we waiting for? Why isn’t she being treated yet? It’s almost noon!"
"The doctors are doing everything they can," the nurse explained, her voice steady despite the urgency. "But the patient’s chest cavity has multiple bleeding sites. The severity of her trauma has led
to deep vein thrombosis in her legs. If a clot breaks free, she could suffer a heart attack or a stroke, any of which could undo all the progress we’ve made."
"What now?" Martin’s voice faltered as he grappled with the situation.
"There’s only one option left." The nurse hesitated before uttering the name, "Dr. Rose."
A heavy silence fell over Martin. He knew Rosemary wouldn’t operate on his family. Desperation laced his voice as he asked, "Isn’t there anyone else?"
"Mrs. Cooper’s condition is critical. Apart from Dr. Rose, I can’t think of anyone else with the expertise needed." The nurse sighed helplessly. "You could try to hire a renowned specialist from nearby, but I
doubt they’d match Dr. Rose’s skill."
Everyone was aware of Rosemary’s miraculous touch.
Martin stood, lost in thought, when another servant rushed in, "Sir, it’s your mother. Her condition has worsened; she’s been taken to the emergency room."
Without hesitation, Martin bolted toward the emergency room. The doors were shut tight, the red light above them glowing ominously.
He grabbed the first nurse he saw. "How’s my mother?"
"Florence has developed severe complications. I’m afraid she might not last two hours."
"What do you mean?" The news hit Martin like a sledgehammer. After a few stunned seconds, he blurted out, "She can’t die. You have to save her!"
"The doctors inside will do their best, but the outlook isn’t good. Mr. Cooper, you should prepare for the worst."
"And what? Just stand here and watch my mother die?" Martin was frantic now. "There has to be another way!"
"Maybe Dr. Rose can do something."
At the mention of "Dr. Rose" again, Martin’s frustration erupted. "Dr. Rose, Dr. Rose! Is she the only one in this whole hospital who can do anything? With such a big institution, don’t you have any capable
doctor? Do we always have to call in outsiders?"
The nurse, visibly shaken, replied, "Dr. Rose is a once-in-a-century talent. We don’t know for sure if she can help, but if anyone can tackle this challenge, it’s her... It’s not that we want to push you to her, but
she might be the only person who could save your family."
He didn’t use his own phone because Rosemary had blocked him long ago.
"It’s me, Martin. Don’t hang up." He was apologetic and desperate. "Rosemary, I’m out of options. Only you can help me now. My mother and sister are in surgery. One attempted suicide, the other was in a
car accident. Both are fighting for their lives. Can you save them? Please."
To his disbelief, Rosemary didn’t refuse. Instead, she asked calmly, "When?"