Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 127

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 127 The Worst Result

Lance's palm was numb, and a chill ran down his spine. His back was instantly drenched in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Wolseley..."

Frankie had never seen Lance like this before.

The Wolseley Group had encountered two huge crises before, and it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Frankie had never seen Lance panic and frowned at that time.

But now, Lance was panicking. Even a three-year-old child could see how scared he was.

Frankie hurriedly stepped forward to support him. When he saw the light in Lance's eyes disperse, he called

again.

"Mr. Wolseley, Mr. Wolseley."

For a moment, Frankie was shocked to feel that this business genius was shaking.

It was like an illusion because Lance pushed him away in a second.

Lance ordered, "Stay here and look after Ms. Myers."

Then, he left unsteadily.

He arrived outside Yvette's emergency room.

In the corridor, Ellen was sitting there, praying with her hands clasped together. When she heard footsteps,

she looked over.

The moment she saw Lance, her eyes suddenly became sharp like blades.

"Sir, did you go to the wrong place?" Ellen gnashed her teeth and sneered.

Lance ignored her sarcasm and asked in a deep voice, "How is Yvette?"

"Mr. Wolseley, are you concerned about her?" Ellen sneered.

Lance's brain was buzzing with pain. He could not suppress his irritation. His eyes narrowed, and he asked

again.

"I'm asking you, how is she?"

When he became solemn, there was no expression on his handsome face. His black eyes were filled with endless coldness and oppression.

However, Ellen was not afraid of him at all, and she only wanted to kill him.

When Yvette was sent to the hospital, she was so miserable. The only person she contacted was Ellen.

How much hate did Yvette have?

After learning from Jamie that Lance was staying with the injured Yazmin, Ellen wanted to kill Lance.

How could he do this to Yvette?

Yvette was kind-hearted and pure. Why was she treated like a disposable by this scum!

Ellen chuckled and burst out in anger.

"Lance, can you stop pretending to be affectionate? Do you think I don't know that you left Yvette to save the one you love? Is Yazmin dead? If she is dead, remember to let me know. I will show condolence to her.

Congratulations to her for successfully killing herself!"

Lance grabbed her arm and said coldly, "Don't say anything else. I'm asking you, how is she!"

The veins on his forehead bulged. Ellen was startled by his terrible expression, but in the next second, she

shook him off and sneered, "She's in the operation room. Can't you see?"

Lance had lost his mind. How could Ellen know the exact situation?

He took a step back and said hoarsely, "I don't know. I didn't know that Yvette was kidnapped... I thought she

was kidding..."

Ellen laughed, "Mr. Wolseley, you are good at replaceing excuses. Has Yvette ever joked with you like this? Did she use the excuse of being sick to replace you as Yazmin did?"

Looking at Lance's expression, Ellen knew that everything she said was true.

"So, why don't you believe what Yvette said? It's because you don't care about her. In your heart, no one is more important than Yazmin!"

"It's not true."

Lance's face turned pale.

How could he not care? He cared about Yvette so much.

He thought that as long as he safely sent Yazmin abroad for the operation, his debt would be paid off.

Ellen looked at his regretful expression and felt reassured. She finally told him what she wanted to say.

"Lance, do you know the difference between a human and a beast? A human brain can think. Don't be stupid. How can the world of the two accommodate a third person?" Just like she was not allowed to stay in the world of Jamie and Fiona.

However, Jamie was only trying to torture her. Her existence was different from Yvette's.

Yvette and Lance were legally married, so Yvette should not be treated like this.

"If you can't bear to part with Yazmin, please let Yvette go. Everything will be good. She didn't do anything wrong. If you don't love her, please don't hurt her. Is this difficult?" Lance's lips turned paler, and his deep eyes suddenly tightened. "Shut up!"

But Ellen wouldn't stop. She sneered, and her words stabbed him in the heart.

"She won't forgive you."

The child was gone, and the only tie between them was gone.

She knew Yvette, and it was irreparable this time.

The rage made Lance's angular facial features so gloomy.

When he was about to be unable to suppress his anger, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.

The two turned their faces at the same time and saw the doctor push Yvette out urgently. The doctor was in

contact with the ICU.

Yvette was lying on the hospital bed. Her hair was covered in blood. Under the oxygen mask, her face was blue and purple. There was a tube in her mouth, and all kinds of wires were attached to her body. She

was

motionless and quiet like she was sleeping.

This scene made Lance feel like a knife fiercely stabbed into his heart.

It stabbed him until his soul was broken and bloody.

He watched helplessly as his legs were too heavy to move even a little.

"Sir, I'm sorry, please move." A nurse pulled him.

The nurse only pulled him lightly, and Lance was as weak as a piece of paper. He swayed a little, and his face turned unprecedentedly pale.

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need to see a doctor?" asked the nurse.

Lance shook his head and walked over. He grabbed the doctor and asked a stupid question.

"Why hasn't my wife woken up yet?"

He couldn't think of any other questions now.

The doctor saw that it was the patient's family member and explained, "The patient is now in a coma because of miscarriage, spleen rupture, and brain damage. The surgery has been done, and she would be transferred to the ICU for further observation."

Lance seemed to be a little confused when he heard these words. For the first time, he was at a loss. His

mind was blank, and he couldn't think straight.

He grabbed the doctor's sleeves tightly. "Save her. No matter how much it costs, please save her."

The doctor frowned, "I can understand your feelings, but we should see whether the patient can wake up on her own twenty-four hours. There will be countermeasures in the future. Please be patient." "Please! Save her!"

Lance, who had always been arrogant, completely threw away his pride. For the first time, he begged a

stranger.

His lips, which had always been rosy, were unusually pale. He held the doctor's arm tightly. "Save her."

The doctor saw that his face was pale and advised, "We have done what we can. As a family member, you must maintain your mentality. No matter if it is good or bad, you have to stabilize yourself." "What is the bad result?" Lance heard himself ask this question.

"The worst result is that she can't wake up. Her brain will die, and she becomes a vegetable."