Chapter 6

"What's your name?" he asked. It was evident that he didn't usually speak much. Even his expression was as indifferent as his speech. Abigail responded confidently, "Abigail." "Please give me your phone number." Ronan handed out his phone, indicating for her to enter her number. Since Abigail accepted the blank check, she naturally understood what he meant. If there were any problems with Irving later, she would be responsible for handling them. He needed her contact information to find her in time. Taking the man's phone with her slender fingers, she typed a string of numbers. Then she looked up and returned the phone. "Sir Lucero has undergone multiple thoracotomies, and early postoperative sternal instability can hinder healing. There may also be discomfort in his lower left limb due to repeated intubations during extracorporeal circulation. These are all normal phenomena." Telling him these conditions in advance would avoid future trouble. Ronan's eyes traced Abigail's facial features, his voice deep and clear as he asked, "How to relieve the pain?" Abigail glanced at the eight heart specialists behind him and replied, "They can take care of these small problems. Mr. Blair, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." "Uh, alright..." Abigail headed to the changing room to swap out of her sterile gown. Putting on a baseball cap and her backpack, she was ready to leave. "Abby!" In the corridor of the hospital, Randy caught up with her. "Is your right hand okay? I've been wanting to ask since just now, what's wrong with your right hand? Why did you perform the surgery with your left hand today?" If everything went smoothly, a right-handed person would not be able to perform surgery with her left hand. "I'm fine." Abigail moved her sore wrist. "Got into a fight last night." Randy's expression suddenly became complicated. "You even fight, too?" He was left in awe of Abigail who seemed capable of accomplishing anything with ease—obtaining an expensive miracle drug, performing surgery, and even fighting... "So are you left-handed or right-handed? When you perform surgeries, do you usually hold the scalpel in your left hand or your right hand?" He was curious. "Either is fine." "Are you a human being??" At this time, an old man rushed over and yelled, "Make way, make way! Hey, Abby, what are you doing here?" Abigail's bright and clear eyes widened with surprise upon seeing the man. "Mr. Vincent Conrad?" "Abby, did Ronan also invite you here to assist in Sir Lucero's surgery? I wonder if I have the honor to assist you." "I have already finished the surgery." "What? Already finished?" He was still panting from his run to the hospital. He had been stuck in traffic and rushed all the way here, only to find out that the surgery was already completed. "You, did you do it alone?" Vincent was still catching his breath as he asked. "He also helped." Following her gaze, Vincent looked toward the person and was taken aback. "You brat, what are you doing here?" "Grandpa..." Randy replied helplessly, "This is where I work." Well, Vincent forgot it again... But what surprised Randy was the sudden change in Vincent's demeanor. Vincent was usually eccentric and arrogant, but now he was speaking kindly to Abigail, even with a hint of flattery. Randy couldn't help wondering about Abigail's background. 'Maybe it's not just about her medical skills,' wondered Randy. 'She must have an impressive background, too, or Grandpa wouldn't have treated her in such a humble manner.' "Well, you're lucky to be Abby's assistant." Randy wondered, 'I'm lucky? To be an assistant? What's wrong with Grandpa? Although Abigail's a skilled doctor, it seemed a bit exaggerated to say that.' "I asked you to take care of Mrs. Vanessa Guzman in Room 301. Did you check on her?" Vincent asked casually. Randy nodded. "I check on her every day..." "Every day?" Vincent interrupted before Randy could finish his sentence. "You should do it three times a day, at regular intervals!" "Grandpa, I'm very busy..." He had many other jobs to do other than looking after Vanessa! "You should care more! Abby, wait here, I'll teach him a lesson first!" Vincent didn't hold back, raising his hand to slap Randy's shoulder. "You brat, it's been too long since I gave you the last punch..." "Grandpa, this is a hospital. We can't make so much noise..." Randy warned as he ran away. "Hey, you think you can outrun me? I just ran three kilometers here..." Vincent shouted. Ten minutes later. The majestic Rolls-Royce drove through the gates of Lakefront Villa. 33 luxurious private villas stood by the lake, unparalleled in their grandeur. The car drove along the spacious tree-lined avenue and stopped in front of one of the villas. A couple had been eagerly waiting outside the gate, watching as Braydon drove the car over... They looked at each other in astonishment, clearly taken aback. "What's going on here?" Kevin asked first. He was surprised to see the car damaged and wondered if his baby girl had been hurt. The image of the chauffeur getting out of the car stunned Lauryn. "Braydon, your eyes, your clothes... Did you have a car accident on the way? Where is Abby? Is she okay?" she exclaimed. At this time, the couple hurriedly looked at the back seat of the car... "Miss Baldwin is fine. I had a minor accident on my way here when a truck rear-ended me..." Braydon quickly opened the car door and respectfully said, "Miss Baldwin, you are home now!" Abigail lifted her gaze and met the two pairs of eyes outside the car. Lauryn was stunningly beautiful in her youth, even more so than the female stars of that era. Now she was fifty years old, but she still exuded a gentle and dignified aura. When she saw Abigail, she couldn't help but sob, "You are Abby? My baby girl?" As soon as Abigail's feet touched the ground, she was immediately embraced by Lauryn. "We finally found you!" Abigail was not used to the sudden hug but felt a sense of warmth. "Let me take a look." Lauryn held Abigail's face in her hands. Abigail had exquisite features and fair and tender skin. "How have you been in the Guzman's place all these years?" Lauryn asked with tears in her eyes. "I've been doing well." That made Lauryn shed tears of joy. It was good that her precious girl was not mistreated! "Now that our daughter is back, we should be happy..." Kevin spoke with a choked voice, his eyes also welled up in tears... "Let's go inside and talk. Don't let Abby get tired of standing..." "Yes, Abby, come in quickly..." Lauryn said, taking off Abigail's backpack and handing it to Kevin. As he held the bag without any brand logo and looked at Abigail's figure, Kevin couldn't help but feel his nose tingling. 'Has Abby been living well these years? She's already a grown-up, so why is she still carrying such an ordinary bag? Doesn't she even have a single piece of designer clothing?' With this thought, he slowed his pace and waited until they were far away before taking out his phone. "Order a hundred sets of clothes, a hundred pairs of shoes, and a hundred bags for my daughter. They must be unique in the world! And they must be delivered before sunset today." "Abby, from now on, this will be your home." Lauryn took Abigail's hand and walked into the villa. The garden was filled with exotic flowers and rare plants, such as the Sleeping Hibiscus worth nine million, and the Juliet Rose worth ten million, which could be seen everywhere. In the middle of the garden stood thirty servants, including butlers, chauffeurs, security guards, chefs, gardeners, maids, and bodyguards... Seeing Abigail, they all bowed in unison to greet her, "Welcome home, Miss Baldwin!" Following her parents, Abigail passed through the fairytale-like garden and entered the main hall, where precious calligraphy, paintings, and high-priced antiques could be seen everywhere... The Guzmans told her that her biological family was poor. But now it seemed totally untrue. Abigail's gaze fell upon a painting that had recently fetched a staggering three hundred million at auction, titled "After Drinking." It was an outstanding work by a renowned master of equestrian art from the Renaissance period. Abigail could tell it was genuine. Lauryn followed her gaze and, sensing a conversation starter, asked excitedly, "Abby, do you like that painting? Shall I have someone hang it in your room?" "No need." She was just surprised to find such a large collection of artworks in her home, but unfortunately, "After Drinking" looked out of place among the modern art pieces and didn't quite fit in. "Abby, you don't like it? Very well then, let's have it taken away!" Kevin immediately ordered. The butler looked a bit hesitant. After all, "After Drinking" was an extremely rare and valuable treasure that had originally been kept in the palace. The butler felt bad for the painting if it was taken away just because a young lady lacked taste. What's more, Courtney, the adoptive daughter of the Baldwins, was fond of that painting! Abigail could sense the hostility in the butler's eyes, but she didn't care. She took the opportunity to suggest to her parents, "You can hang it inside." Her gaze fell upon a nearby tea room, where several works by the same painter were on display, complementing the antique style of the room perfectly and highlighting its refined taste. Yet the butler has his own opinion. 'A painting as valuable as "After Drinking" is meant to be seen by everyone. Clearly, the country girl doesn't understand the value of the artwork!' "I think hanging it inside is a great idea!" Lauryn was the first to offer her support. "Sweetie, you have such exquisite taste!" The butler was speechless.