Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 100





Since Yolanda dared to claim she could cure Nigel, it meant she was confident. She said, "Of course."

"Well then. What do you think my grandfather's illness is?"

"He's been poisoned."

"What? Poisoned?"

Both Nigel and Zach were taken aback.

After hearing Yolanda's words, Nigel's face showed confusion as he replied, "But the hospital didn't find any toxins in my system when I went there for an examination."

"This type of poison is quite unusual. It doesn't show up in standard tests."

Brigham's anger flared even more at Yolanda's vague explanation. "Stop making things up! A toxin that can't be detected by the hospital, and you claim to know about it and its cure? Do you think we're all gullible children?"

As Brigham criticized Yolanda, he also silently blamed Zach for bringing her to the Hansen residence. He hadn't expected Zach, who usually seemed level-headed, to make such a mistake.

Nigel paused for a moment, then asked again, "Yolanda, am I really poisoned?"

"Yes, and this type of poison is easy for me to detoxify. You don't need to worry at all if you trust me."

Brigham's frustration grew as he heard Yolanda's confident words. "You dare to keep lying?"

He quickly turned to Nigel. "Grandpa, don't believe her nonsense."

"Brigham, Yolanda is not a fraud. If she says she can cure it, then she can."

"Uncle Zach, I understand you want to help my grandfather, but I can't accept having a fraud brought into our home."

Brigham shot a furious glance at Zach and added, "You need to get her out of here now, or I'll call the police."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Brigham..." Zach showed a look of helplessness.

Brigham was too stubborn, and his attitude was likely to delay Nigel's treatment.

Before Zach could say anything more, Yolanda raised a hand to stop him. She said, "Forget it. Since he doesn't believe me, let's just leave."

While treating and saving lives was Yolanda's responsibility as a doctor, if a patient didn't believe in her skills, she wouldn't force herself upon them. "However, I must warn you. Uncle Nigel, your condition can only be managed for another month at most. If it goes beyond that, not even I could help." "You dare to curse my grandfather! It turns out you're as ugly on the inside as you are on the outside."

Brigham pointed toward the door. "Get out! The Hansen family doesn't welcome you."

Though Zach wished Yolanda could

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treat Nigel, he couldn't force the issue with Brigham's constant interference. He could only sigh and

turn to leave with Yolanda.

Just as they were about to head out, a bodyguard rushed in. "Mr. Hansen Senior, Dr. Davidson has arrived."

Brigham's eyes lit up. "What? Dr. Davidson? Hurry up and bring him in."

Brigham had always wanted to invite Derek to see Nigel. Unfortunately, Derek was attending a medical summit in Creybia, so it had been delayed until now.

Soon, Derek walked into the living room. Brigham immediately approached him with enthusiasm.

"Mr. Davidson Senior, you're finally back from Creybia. If you hadn't returned, my grandfather might have been harmed by a fraud."

"A fraud?" Derek looked puzzled for a moment. He didn't understand Brigham's words.

"It's her!" Brigham was confident that Derek could alleviate Nigel's condition, so he pointed at Yolanda with a smug expression.

He continued, "She claimed she

could treat my grandfather and dared to say he was poisoned and only she could cure him. It's pathetic and laughable that someone with

her appearance is trying to deceive

us.

However, as soon as Brigham finished speaking, Derek's face lit up with visible excitement. "Ms. Henderson? What are you doing here?"

With that, Derek bypassed Brigham and moved directly to Yolanda's side.

"After I saw you treat Evan last time, I went back and combed through all the medical books, but I still couldn't figure out the acupuncture techniques you used. If I get the chance, I'd like to see you perform them again."


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