The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Only if Mr. Zachmann is willing to soften his heart and plead for Caryn, is there still room for maneuver.

But Leonardy Zachmann didn’t give her the chance to continue: ”I’ll tell you upfront, if Nathalie is willing to let Caryn off, that’s for the best. If not, don’t cause any trouble.”

Celine Tucker was unwilling: ”Then Caryn...”

Leonardy Zachmann hadn’t yet made this phone call, and sternly said, ”If you don’t agree, I won’t make this call.”

Celine Tucker suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, sat weakly on the ground, unable to speak, reluctantly nodded, which was considered as agreement.

Hendrik Zachmann watched Leonardy Zachmann dial Nathalie Quinlan’s phone number.

A minute later.

The other end picked up.

”Hello.” Very indifferent, as if talking to a stranger.

Leonardy Zachmann’s heart was in turmoil, after a moment of silence, he spoke with difficulty, ”Nathalie, is your hand okay?”

”...” Nathalie Quinlan did not answer him.

With his heart in his throat, Leonardy Zachmann struggled to continue in a low voice, ”This time it’s my fault. I know I shouldn’t bring it up, about Caryn, can you...”

Before he finished speaking.

The girl’s indifferent voice interrupted him, ”Did Celine Tucker tell you to make this call? Let her take the phone.”

Leonardy Zachmann felt a sense of shame from being seen through, hesitated for a moment, and handed the phone to the woman who had just gotten up, saying, ”Nathalie asked me to give you the phone.”

Celine Tucker reached out to take it, her hand gripping the phone tightly, a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes, but needing help from others, she didn’t dare show it, with caution in her tone, she whispered, ”Nathalie, can you forgive Caryn? Isn’t Dad okay? Please forgive her. She’s still so young, for your grandfather’s and uncle’s sake, you...”

In the hospital.

Nathalie Quinlan just came out of Mr. Zachmann’s ward, yet to bandage her wound.

The wounds on her right shoulder and palm had already scabbed over due to time, no longer bleeding, but still looked terrible.

Nathalie Quinlan only briefly treated her injuries and received Leonardy Zachmann’s call before visiting a doctor.

Amadeus Yancey followed afterward from Mr. Zachmann’s ward, seeing her standing in the hospital corridor on the phone, walked over, and softly asked, ”Whose call?”

The girl merely raised her eyebrow, her face showing no emotional fluctuations, listening to Celine Tucker’s words, she turned slightly, half-closed her eyes, and nonchalantly spoke, ”Did Leonardy find out his daughter isn’t his biological child?”

She didn’t call him Uncle.

A very cold tone.

Indeed, as if merely mentioning a stranger.

As if Leonardy Zachmann and the strangers outside were indistinguishable to her.

Celine Tucker suddenly fell silent.

Nathalie Quinlan paid her no mind, and succinctly said, ”You told me yourself that Caryn Zachmann isn’t a child of the Zachmann family. So in what capacity are you saying these things now?”

”If your Room Two is willing to wear a green hat, it doesn’t concern me, but she tried to harm my grandfather, I cannot tolerate her.”

”I won’t give her a second chance.”

Amadeus Yancey stood by her side the whole time listening to her call, was surprised when she mentioned that Caryn Zachmann wasn’t Zachmann’s child, but it only surprised him slightly, and he didn’t particularly care.

He waited for the girl to hang up the phone, as if not having heard the previous secrets, and gently said, ”I’ll take you to get bandaged, the doctor is waiting inside.”