Before long, Sylvia Sterling saw the doctors from the ergency room pushing a dical mobile bed hurriedly towards the doors of the operating room.
"What’s the patient’s condition?" Sylvia Sterling asked.
"This is the young Mr. Yorke from the Yorke Group," the young nurse answered nervously, "Tonight, for unknown reasons, he angered soone, and they ruined him completely. It wasn’t until he was almost gone that he was brought to the hospital."
You must know, the Yorke Group has been passed down for generations, so the old Mr. Yorke particularly cherishes this only son.
If Warren Yorke is unable to preserve his manhood tonight, this undoubtedly spells doom for the entire Yorke family.
By then, the Yorke Group might even exhaust their last breath to mutually destroy the perpetrator responsible for harming Warren Yorke.
Hearing this, Sylvia Sterling did not think much further; regardless of who it was, they were now soone she needed to save.
The surgery lasted more than four hours.
However, the final result was—he was brought in too late, his life was saved, but the crucial part was indeed completely ruined!
During the surgery, it was clear that the person who targeted Warren Yorke was ruthless, with absolutely no intention of leniency.
As Sylvia Sterling erged from the operating room, she saw a man who resembled Warren Yorke but was much older walking towards her.
"My son... did he make it?"
The old Mr. Yorke had already received the news. His age and poor health had him lying on a hospital bed, but upon hearing this, he climbed out of bed imdiately. This matter concerned the future of the Yorke Group; there was no room for error!
Sylvia Sterling shook her head.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!
The old Mr. Yorke nearly fainted but managed to strike the hospital floor with his cane, frustrated by the wasted potential.
"Astray child! He brought this on himself!"
The old Mr. Yorke cursed, yet tears stread from his eyes, "I warned him before, continuing like this would lead to a major disaster soday! He refused to believe, and now he’s angered Master Blackwood, serves him right!"
Sebastian Blackwood?
Sylvia Sterling stopped in her tracks as she was about to leave.
It was actually Sebastian Blackwood who ruined Warren Yorke, but why?
Sylvia Sterling was sowhat incredulous, unable to believe such an act could be done by Sebastian Blackwood.
"Dr. Sterling, I’ve found out!"
At this mont, the previous young nurse ran over mysteriously, as if sharing a secret, "It is said that tonight Warren Yorke provoked soone under Master Blackwood. In anger, Master Blackwood personally took action, leading to this situation!"
It seems this truly was done by Sebastian Blackwood.
But... who could provoke him so severely?
A candidate erged faintly in her mind, yet Sylvia Sterling remained silent.
The young nurse continued, "Oh, Dr. Sterling, I also heard that Master Blackwood is in the hospital tonight, in the top floor’s private VIP room. We can’t go up there, but you should be able to!"
After all, during this period, Master Blackwood treated Sylvia Sterling so favorably, surely he wouldn’t refuse her visit.
Sylvia Sterling forced a smile, initially planning to pretend she hadn’t heard, but ultimately returned to her office for a short while before being unable to resist going to the top floor’s private VIP room.
...
In the private VIP room.
"Ivy, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you over tonight."
Sharon Langley said guiltily, as Ivy Kensington’s wounds had split open again, her clothes having been changed once, but still stained with quite a bit of fresh blood.
It looked sowhat terrifying.
Especially her face, which had been slapped by Warren Yorke, was red and swollen severely, still not having diminished in swelling.
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