The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1158: Ms. Quinlan, you’ve finally arrived

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Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158: Ms. Quinlan, you’ve finally arrived

Nathalie Quinlan arrived at the provincial hospital to find the area outside the emergency room in complete chaos.

The Wilmar family’s relatives had mostly gathered there.

Stanley Zachmann and Mr. Zachmann, concerned about Nathalie coming alone, had followed her to the hospital. When they saw the hallway filled with Wilmar family members, they exchanged a glance and froze.

"What on earth happened here?" Mr. Zachmann, who had seen his fair share of situations, quickly regained composure after a brief moment of shock, stepped forward, and asked quietly.

Stanley shook his head, indicating he had no idea what was going on: "I’m just as clueless."

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the girl walking briskly ahead of him. His expression was complicated, and he leaned over to speak softly to Mr. Zachmann, "Nathalie mentioned that one of her friend’s grandfathers was critically ill. Maybe it’s just a coincidence."

Mr. Zachmann remained silent: "..."

Narrowing his eyes as Stanley pushed him forward, he watched the bustling and tense scene among the medical staff along the corridor. A feeling in his gut told him something major had happened.

Mr. Wilmar was of the same generation as him, famous for having an even worse physical condition than his own. Some time ago, he had heard that Mr. Wilmar had suffered a severe illness and nearly passed away.

Back then, most of Beijing’s influential figures had gone to visit the Wilmar family.

Adelle Wafford had also attended.

Caryn Zachmann had followed Adelle there.

At that time, many rumors circulated that Mr. Wilmar wouldn’t pull through. But in the end, he miraculously turned a corner and recovered...

Mr. Zachmann’s mind grew heavier.

This time, he hadn’t heard any rumors about Mr. Wilmar being critically ill, but judging by the number of Wilmar family members gathered outside the emergency room and the solemn expressions on their faces, his heart sank. It looked like this time, Mr. Wilmar might truly be on his way out.

Mr. Wilmar is critically ill.

It’s undoubtedly a major event!

How could it be such a coincidence that Nathalie’s friend’s grandfather also happened to be in the emergency room?

It seemed too improbable.

Mr. Zachmann was still mulling this over when he suddenly noticed some of the agitated Wilmar family members glancing in their direction.

Soon, Yonathan Wilmar, the current head of the Wilmar family, strode over to them. His steps were hurried, and the tension in his demeanor was unmistakable.

Mr. Zachmann furrowed his brows, becoming even more bewildered.

He had met Yonathan Wilmar a few times.

The only son of Mr. Wilmar, Yonathan was mature, steady, and exceptionally loyal. He had a stellar reputation within Beijing’s elite circles, though he tended to spend most of his time stationed in other provinces.

In recent years, as Mr. Wilmar’s health had steadily declined, Yonathan had gradually adjusted his work commitments to Beijing to better care for his elderly father.

Mr. Zachmann had a very favorable impression of him. Seeing Yonathan now, hurrying toward them, he couldn’t immediately guess who Yonathan might be seeking. He even turned to glance behind him, wondering if someone else might be standing there.

But in the blink of an eye, the tall, mature man had stopped firmly in front of Nathalie. His tone was urgent as he spoke, "Ms. Quinlan, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time. My father has already fallen unconscious. Could you take a look..."

Yonathan Wilmar had hurried over specifically to find Nathalie?

Both Mr. Zachmann and Stanley Zachmann were utterly stunned by the scene before them.

What’s going on?

He’s looking for Nathalie?

The grandfather Nathalie mentioned earlier—was she actually referring to Mr. Wilmar???

Even Stanley was speechless. Mr. Zachmann, despite priding himself on his years of experience and ability to handle anything, found himself momentarily dumbfounded and unable to process the implications.

Meanwhile, Nathalie remained perfectly composed, effortlessly conversing with Yonathan. She asked about Mr. Wilmar’s condition, how long he had been in the operating room, and other details...

Strictly speaking, such information would normally be considered highly confidential, given Mr. Wilmar’s notable status.