The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: She Couldn’t Be Trying to Seduce Amadeus’s Woman_1

In the afternoon, Nathalie Quinlan hailed a car, laden with bags big and small, and hurried towards the hospital.

Beijing’s City Hospital was always crowded but fortunately she wasn’t there for the clinic, so no need to queue; she passed through the corridors and headed straight for the South Garden inpatient section.

While the clinic area was bustling, the residential section maintained a peaceful tranquility amidst an abundance of greenery, with patients strolling around the yard accompanied by nursing staff, embodying serenity and timelessness.

Nathalie, with her hands full, decided not to see Uncle Cagwin first and took the elevator up to the 8th floor.

The VIP ward on the 8th floor was quite busy.

Alfred Garland, Amadeus Yancey, and a young man wearing a duckbill cap and a blue and white striped sweater radiating with youthful vitality were all present.

He was busy trying to entertain a little boy in the hospital bed with gifts he’d brought from abroad.

”Edric, don’t be so heartless. I came to see you as soon as I got back, and you haven’t even glanced my way. At least turn around and look at the toy I brought you. It’s the limited edition Kadum Robot, your favorite thing before, with an automatic operating system. Don’t you want to turn around and see how to play with it?”

Without turning around, Edric remained aloof, showing no interest whatsoever.

”Sigh.”

Audrick Zachmann scratched his head and asked with resigned frustration, ”Amadeus, when did the little tyrant change his taste? He’s not even interested in the Kadum robot.”

Amadeus Yancey glanced at the silent little figure on the bed, arms folded and leaning against the sofa, and stated the obvious, ”He’s in a bad mood.”

Nathalie hadn’t visited the hospital in three days, and the little guy missed his sister but was too proud to go looking for her, so he was sulking in the room.

Even Alfred Garland was aware of this situation, and smilingly said to a puzzled Audrick Zachmann, ”Mr. Zachmann, give me the robot. When the young master is in a better mood, he’ll definitely like the gift you bought him.”

”Take it.”

Audrick handed over the gift, grumbling gloomily, ”What happened to make him upset? Who dared to anger the little tyrant? I’ll settle the score for him. Who dares to bully our Edric as if we don’t exist?”

Right after Alfred finished saying ”You can’t handle that person,”

The little figure on the bed suddenly sat up, shouting protectively at him, ”Don’t you dare bully my sister!”

”?”

Audrick met his protective gaze, and as they stared at each other, Audrick felt even more perplexed, ”Edric, I’m standing up for you, why are you siding with the person who bullied you? And, by the way, who is your sister?”

Edric Yancey didn’t care to respond to him, his beautiful little face full of self-righteousness and annoyance at the questioning, ”Sister is sister, what do you mean ’who is sister’? I only have one sister.”

He recognized only one sister, who had saved his life, pulled him back from the brink of death. It was his sister who held his hand when he thought he was dying, who gave him a warm embrace, and carried him out of the water to shore.

”?”

Look at that attitude.

Audrick knew he wouldn’t get an answer by asking him, so he turned to Amadeus Yancey, ”Amadeus, who is the sister Edric is talking about?”

It couldn’t be some dubious woman trying to hook up with Amadeus through Edric, could it?

He was inexplicably worried.

It wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened in Beijing; there were plenty of women trying to get at Amadeus, some brazenly direct, others hoping for a more roundabout strategy.

Since they couldn’t reach Mr. Yancey’s level, Edric became the only shortcut they could take.

From childhood to adulthood, there was no lack of ’gentle’ women showering Edric with affection, each one hoping to become his auntie. But Audrick never saw him show any good grace to anyone, and his temper could be more fearsome than Amadeus’s when roused, making things tough for those women trying to climb the ladder through him. Otherwise, how would the nickname ”Beijing’s Little Tyrant” have spread?