Adored Wild Sixth Miss, Even the Ice-Lord Loses Control
Chapter 560: Who Else Could It Be but Damian Quinn?
CHAPTER 560: CHAPTER 560: WHO ELSE COULD IT BE BUT DAMIAN QUINN?
"The wound is quite deep, but luckily it didn’t hit the bone! Serena, you must be careful next time!"
Serena Everett looked at her right hand, wrapped like a dumpling, feeling helpless, but she obediently listened to the lecture; otherwise, the old man might just cry in front of her.
Aidan Keaton chimed in, "Senior sister, Master is right, you really have to be more careful next time!"
For someone who practices medicine, hands are the most important, not to mention she’s The Phantom Hand!
Serena could only nod obediently, "Got it."
The Wanderer nagged on with a bunch more reminders, then angrily said, "Serena, tell Master who was so gutsy to hurt you, and I’ll go give them a piece of my mind!"
Though Aidan Keaton said nothing, his eyes showed he agreed with The Wanderer.
Serena had no plans to let them know, but Jude Ford quickly spilled everything.
"It was that fool Princess from Z Nation. She insisted on fencing with the boss, and after losing, took it out on the staff at the fencing hall. The boss got hurt saving that girl!"
"Hmph!"
The Wanderer snorted coldly at this.
"So it was that Princess from Z Nation who hurt my precious disciple! So bold. Aidan, tell the President of Z Nation that I won’t attend next month’s medical exchange conference!"
Previously, the President of Z Nation had warmly invited him to the exchange conference. Seeing the President’s enthusiasm, he reluctantly agreed to attend.
But now, since Stella dared to hurt his precious disciple, even if the President of Z Nation kneels and begs, it’s not over!
"Yes, Master."
Aidan Keaton agreed immediately, his expression growing colder.
If he remembered correctly, Z Nation and the Keaton Family also had business cooperation, but now it seems there’s no need to continue that in the future!
"Ancestor, how’s your hand?"
The door was suddenly flung open, and Julian Hart rushed in, looking anxious.
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Serena Everett’s delicate porcelain face formed a question mark.
"Why are you here too?"
Is the Minister of Health so free these days?
"As soon as I heard you got hurt, I couldn’t sit still!"
Upon getting the news from The Wanderer, Julian Hart immediately dropped everything and rushed over at top speed.
Seeing Serena’s hand wrapped like a dumpling, Julian Hart couldn’t help but worry, his voice trembling.
Serena quickly spoke up, "It’s not as bad as you think; it didn’t hit the bone."
"Phew... that’s good, that’s good!"
Julian Hart finally breathed a sigh of relief, then spoke angrily.
"That Stella is absolutely outrageous, too much. I will definitely report this to the authorities and deal with her seriously!"
Seeing this, Jude Ford silently mused to himself.
Stella’s really done for now!
And that’s not all; after all, the boss’s five overprotective brothers don’t know about this yet, and there’s Damian Quinn... If they find out...
Tsk tsk tsk, he couldn’t even imagine what a miserable fate awaits Z Nation!
"It’s no big deal, you all get back to your business." Serena impatiently shooed them away, as the noise was giving her a headache.
"Alright, alright, Serena/Ancestor, we’re leaving right away!"
Seeing the girl impatient, The Wanderer, Julian Hart, and the others nodded obediently and took the hint.
Before leaving, they didn’t forget to remind.
"Ancestor, take good care of your hand!"
"Got it."
Finishing her sentence, Serena was the first to leave the hospital room.
"Boss, where are you planning to go later?"
Jude Ford followed Serena out of the hospital, asking.
"Uh..."
The girl’s alabaster fingers touched her chin, deep in thought.
It’s not a major injury, but if her elder brothers saw it, they wouldn’t leave her in peace! Also, she couldn’t let a certain man know she was hurt...
Thinking of this, Serena decisively said, "To the lab."
Better stay over at the lab for a few days first!
"Alright, boss!" Jude Ford nodded in agreement.
But as soon as Serena stepped out of the hospital, she saw a familiar figure.
The man stood quietly at the entrance, his enchanting and handsome face expressionless, but inexplicably chilling.
Who else could it be but Damian Quinn?