Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 385 - 384: Phoebe Walker, Let’s Make a Deal

Capital Town’s best private hospital—

Compared to the lush trees and fragrant flowers outside Harmony Hospital Building, the building’s interior appeared pale and sterile.

Phoebe Walker looked thinner, with faint dark circles under her charming eyes. It was clear she hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days.

In the VIP Intensive Care Ward, Liam Walker lay connected to tubes and a respirator.

Outside, Phoebe Walker rubbed her aching temples, her eyes red and tearful.

"Doctor, when will my father wake up?"

The doctor, still wearing his stethoscope, walked out of the Intensive Care Unit after examining Liam Walker’s condition.

"He can be moved to a regular ward today, but Mr. Walker suffered very serious injuries. His internal organs are all damaged, especially his head, which took a severe blow. We need to keep observing him."

A doctor can never guarantee when a patient will wake up or fully recover.

However, that’s often what patients and their families care about the most.

They need time to observe the patient, to make judgments step by step, as there are too many irreversible factors involved.

"I understand."

Phoebe Walker had lost her former arrogance and imperiousness. The anxiety of the past few days had completely worn away her impatience.

Even if she wanted to lose her temper, she didn’t have the energy.

Exhaustion permeated every cell in her body.

Although her father hadn’t woken up, moving him to a regular ward was still good news.

Phoebe Walker turned and sat down on a chair, tiredly closing her eyes.

"Miss, we have contacted the best expert domestically, but... but he has refused to come," the butler said.

Phoebe Walker opened her eyes.

"Why?"

Although the Walker family had withdrawn from business circles, they still had power and money.

How could a mere expert dare to refuse her?

Could this be another of Young Master Peary’s schemes?

"He said he is busy and doesn’t have the time," the butler explained.

Phoebe Walker frowned. No time? Doesn’t ’no time’ just mean the money isn’t enough?

"Offer three times the price."

The butler paused for a moment, then nodded and left.

"No matter how much money you offer, it will be useless."

Suddenly, the CLICK-CLACK of high heels sounded, followed by a woman’s voice.

Phoebe Walker looked up at the woman standing before her. She was dressed in expensive clothes, her hair impeccably styled, and her face adorned with elegant makeup.

What a coincidence, she knew this person.

Belinda Swan.

Rumor had it that she was Young Master Peary’s fiancée, though they had yet to announce their engagement.

Why was she here?

Could it be because of those earlier reports? Did she also misunderstand and think Phoebe was one of Young Master Peary’s people?

"What do you mean by that?"

Phoebe Walker stood up to face the woman before her. Compared to Phoebe’s haggard appearance, Belinda Swan was radiant, exuding confidence and flamboyance from within.

"What I mean is, the expert you’re seeking is one of our Swan family’s people. He is currently conducting a full-body examination for my father. I believe it won’t be finished in less than ten days or half a month."

The Walker family was wealthy, but the Swan family was no less so.

Although Liam Walker had once been a business tycoon, amassing a vast fortune to become the wealthiest man, he had already withdrawn from the business world.

Without business interests in Capital Town, he could only be considered rich, nothing more.

What was more pitiful was that the Walker family had no one capable of taking charge. They didn’t even have a son, only Phoebe Walker, this young lady who posed no real threat.

If Liam Walker were to die just like that, it would likely spell the end of the Walker family.

With so many people wanting a slice of the pie, one could only hope they wouldn’t cause trouble—expecting them to help was out of the question.