If at 9 o’clock, the opening of The Lockwood Group’s stock only showed a downward trend.
Then now, it’s already a drastic plunge.
Such a drop in just a few hours is definitely not the work of retail investors.
It must have been a major shareholder with a large holding in The Lockwood Group who sold off entirely, causing this violent turmoil.
But... how could it be possible?
Just because The Lockwood Group didn’t secure that land?
Just because he got divorced?
This was anticipated long ago, but Adrian Lockwood didn’t expect the current outco to be far worse than he imagined.
"Back to the company!"
Lunchti was scheduled with Director Quincy, but now he’s clearly lost the mood.
Adrian Lockwood directly instructed the driver.
The rcedes sped swiftly towards The Lockwood Group.
Passing by the towering Hawthorne Tower, Adrian Lockwood’s gaze slightly paused, his face gradually turning grim.
In front of the civil affairs bureau, Wyatt Hawthorne appeared unexpectedly.
Before entering the venue, there was that light glance from Wyatt Hawthorne.
And now, the turmoil in The Lockwood Group’s stocks.
Everything converged in his mind, transforming into that once vague, now clear "senior" in the Aethelgard campus.
Adrian Lockwood’s expression was exceptionally unsightly.
Serena Sinclair was in a great mood.
To be precise, it was very good.
The stocks sold last night were mistakenly sold at their peak.
Once all this money is accounted for, her card will no longer have the pitiful few ten thousand left.
One person eating well, the whole family won’t starve.
With tens of thousands at her disposal, she could count as a little rich woman.
Serena Sinclair breathed a gentle sigh of relief.
"Serena..."
The call echoed.
Serena Sinclair looked up and realized everyone was raising their glasses, waiting for her.
Securing that piece of land was almost a piece of cake for Hawthorne Corporation.
Even so, upon returning to the company, the group still took the opportunity to gather over lunch.
Serena Sinclair stood up and clinked glasses with everyone.
The phone rang.
An unfamiliar landline number.
Serena Sinclair answered the call, "Hello?"
"Ms. Sinclair, this is the nephrology departnt at Summit Crest Hospital, your postoperative re-examination ti is due. Do you have ti to co for a check-up soon?"
Upon discharge, a one-month follow-up was done.
Everything was normal.
Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, yet another month had passed.
Scheduled for examination at 8 am the next day.
Early the next day, Serena Sinclair went to the hospital.
More than an hour later, she received the examination report, standing there dumbfounded.
The conclusion of the kidney CT report was clear at a glance.
[Both kidneys have a regular outline, clear edges...]
Both kidneys.
How could it be both kidneys?
In her mind was the doctor telling her with a sad expression that she was already in the late stages of kidney failure, but none of the major hospitals in Aethelgard had a kidney source that matched her.
In her ears was that urgent call.
Yet afterward, she snatched a life back from the hands of death.
She always thought it was her failing kidney that revived in the doctor’s hands.
But at this mont, Serena Sinclair realized belatedly.
In that critical mont, soone descended like a savior, giving her a transplant of two perfectly intact kidneys?
She consulted the head nurse.
Also asked her attending physician.
The answers obtained were identical; an ergency situation found a matching kidney source.
But who that person was, they were consistent.
They didn’t know who Serena was referring to.
If the examination report weren’t right in her hand, Serena Sinclair would almost think she was hallucinating.
Or perhaps, it was... Wyatt Hawthorne?
After all, among the n around her, aside from Adrian Lockwood, there was only Wyatt Hawthorne.
Serena Sinclair took out her phone to call Wyatt Hawthorne.
Beep.
Beep beep.
"Serena?"
A puzzled voice sounded from behind.
Turning back, she saw a young doctor in a lab coat walking over.
"Dr. Cole..."
Serena Sinclair hung up the call.
Evan Cole was headhunted from Veridia Hospital by Summit Crest Hospital, and upon arrival, beca the chief physician of the oncology departnt.
During the ti Serena Sinclair was hospitalized before discharge, the young nurses in the ward wouldn’t stop ntioning him.
Saying how young and promising Dr. Cole was, how many journals he had published, how many surgeries he had perford, and so on.
She saw him once after the surgery, but during that ti, Serena Sinclair was despondent, only knowing he was very capable but never took it to heart.
"How’s your recovery?"
"Pretty good."
Evan Cole took the test report from Serena Sinclair’s hand, looking through each page carefully, "Indeed, the recovery is quite good. Take good care, next ti you can review after half a year."
Serena Sinclair thanked him, "Thank you, Dr. Cole!"
"You really ought to thank !"
Evan Cole laughed, "Because of your surgery, I rushed in at 3 a.m. from the airport, working through the night. Fortunately, the kidney source arrived in ti, and the surgery was successful. If it had failed... you’d be done, and I’d be done too!"
Serena Sinclair was stunned.
Since hospitalization, her attending physician had always been Dr. Rollins.
Unexpectedly, the surgery wasn’t done by Dr. Rollins?
Thinking of the urgent call she heard in her dying mont.
Thinking of the two kidneys in her body.
Serena Sinclair finally found the answer, "Dr. Cole, thank you so much! Could you leave a phone number? When you have ti, I’ll treat you to a al."
"Serena..."
Evan Cole laughed, "You... really don’t rember ?"
???
Serena Sinclair was taken aback.
Evan Cole smiled and said, ", Evan Cole, you don’t rember?"
After a brief pause, Serena Sinclair suddenly realized with joyful surprise, "Evan?"
Evan Cole was Selene Sumrs’ student.
They were at the sa school, Evan Cole was a year senior to her.
In middle school, Evan Cole even tutored her at ho.
Later, Selene Sumrs lost her teaching job, things were chaotic at ho, and so she introduced Evan Cole to so other teachers.
During those years at school, Evan Cole would occasionally bring her so snacks, and ask her how Ms. Sumrs was doing lately.
During her senior year in high school, Evan Cole got into dical university and went to Veridia.
Before leaving, Evan Cole even visited her and her mom at their rental apartnt.
Advising Selene Sumrs to take care of her health.
Handing over sorted study notes and collected mock exam papers to Serena Sinclair, urging her to study well and strive for a good score on the college entrance exam.
Knowing her goal was Aethelgard University, Evan Cole promised that once she received her acceptance letter, he would definitely co to celebrate.
After ten years apart, Serena Sinclair had almost forgotten him.
Looking at Evan Cole again, it took her a good while to co to her senses, "You didn’t wear glasses before, I truly didn’t recognize you... When did you return to Aethelgard?"
"Last month."
Evan Cole sighed, "The hospital sent your case report before my job transfer was even finalized, and I rushed over. The whole journey I thought it was probably a coincidence, soone with the sa na. Unexpectedly, it really is you! How’s Ms. Sumrs, is she doing okay?"
Serena Sinclair paused.
Evan Cole glanced at his watch and said, "In a hurry? If not, how about coming to my office for a chat?"
Old acquaintance.
Also saved her life.
Serena Sinclair nodded and followed Evan Cole to his office.
At the sa ti.
In the living room of Hillcrest Villa, Wyatt Hawthorne was fiddling with his phone.
Thinking repeatedly about that flamboyant "Serena" from the phone just now.
With sothing to discuss,
But when that person appeared, she imdiately hung up.
Who was that person?
Why was she feeling guilty about it?
Looking at the stuffed and springy 2S jumping around.
Then glancing at his own refreshed reflection in the glass window.
Wyatt Hawthorne frowned, picked up his car keys, and headed out the door.
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