Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 36

Wynter glanced up, looking in the direction of the voice.@@@@

Fabian was awake, resting on the hospital bed. Despite his age, his eyes didn’t show signs of aging.Instead, he exuded a calm and steady demeanor.

It was a vibe only some could possess, resulting from years of ups and downs in the business. world.

Even in the business world, when it comes to temperament, ten Ewan Yates put together might notmeasure up to this elderly gentleman.

Even though he had not fully recovered yet, you could sense the authority in his tone.

Aside from Fabian, that handsome patient from yesterday was also there.

He sat by the bedside with his legs crossed, not wearing a suit today. He exuded a sickly charm,placing his slender, pale hands on his knee.

It looked like he was playing chess with Fabian. He smiled when he saw her enter the room.

Wynter gave him a polite nod. Then, she put down her black bag and walked over to Fabian. Shesmiled politely and said, “I wouldn’t dare to call myself a lifesaver. It’s our duty as doctors to treatpatients.”

However, Fabian’s hand froze when he saw her exceptionally beautiful face. He completely forgot tomake a chess move.

He calmed his emotions before saying, “It’s just my old eyes playing tricks on me and my mind gettingmuddled. Dr. Genius, please don’t mind me.”

“Not at all.” Wynter couldn’t bear to see the old man distressed.

After a moment of thought, she added, “Mr. Quinnell, your family has been doing good deeds forgenerations. Your descendants will not suffer. I’m sure your little princess will come back safely.”

Hearing this, Fabian sat up straighter and gave her a crinkly–eyed smile. “I hope so.”

Seeing the old man happy, Wynter also smiled.

Suddenly, Dalton spoke up. His voice was calm and somewhat indifferent. “How did you know theQuinnell family was looking for someone?”

It was a tricky question.

Wynter narrowed her eyes slightly. When she looked at Dalton again, the corners of her eyes curvedinto a smile.

“Just a guess. Yesterday, when I was treating Mr. Quinnell with acupuncture, he kept mumbling ‘littleprincess‘ over and over.”

“I thought Ryan told you.” Dalton tilted his head and smiled at her, continuing to play chess. “It doesn’tmatter how you know. You’re one of us.”