The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1159: Nathalie: I’m Freaking Losing My Disguise

Yonathan Wilmar, however, clearly had a great deal of trust in Nathalie Quinlan. Whatever Nathalie asked, he answered thoroughly and in great detail.

He even supplemented details Nathalie hadn’t asked about, revealing everything he thought might be useful without reservation.

Mr. Zachmann, following behind and listening, still felt a bit dizzy, but the more he listened, the more alarmed he became...

According to Yonathan, Mr. Wilmar’s current physical condition had reached the point of utter exhaustion, like a bow at its breaking point!

Moreover, based on Yonathan’s explanation, the people currently performing emergency surgery on Mr. Wilmar in the operating room included Adelle Wafford and an internationally renowned expert in neurosurgery.

This expert was also affiliated with a medical organization.

The clearer Mr. Zachmann understood the situation, the less he could comprehend why Yonathan was sharing all this with Nathalie.

Was it even meaningful for him to say so much?

Nathalie had only just started her first year of college. Even if she were studying medicine, it would take at least ten years to come anywhere close to the level of expertise held by someone like Adelle Wafford.

That’s assuming she was extraordinarily gifted in medical studies.

If her talent were mediocre, who could say whether it would take ten or even twenty years for Nathalie to surpass Adelle Wafford?

Given Adelle’s presence here, it was unlikely that there was anyone in the country more skilled in neurosurgery than her.

As Mr. Zachmann pondered this, Nathalie had already roughly figured out the situation inside. She removed her duckbill cap and adeptly tied her hair back using the elastic band on her wrist. After letting out a quiet "Hmm," she looked at Yonathan Wilmar with a calm expression and said firmly, "I need to see the patient first. Where’s Lowie?"

Nathalie glanced around but didn’t see him, feeling quite irritated. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She couldn’t understand where Lowie had run off to. He had called her over and now couldn’t be found.

At the mention of his only son, Yonathan’s previously somber expression eased slightly, his tone softening as he explained, "After he made the call to you, he was worried you might have trouble finding the place, so he went downstairs to meet you. He likely hasn’t seen you yet and is still waiting down there."

Pulling out his phone, he added, "Hold on, I’ll call him right now to let him know to come back up."

Nathalie calculated the time in her mind and stopped him, her dark, clear eyes betraying only a moment of hesitation before she spoke simply and directly: "No need. It’s the same if I discuss this directly with you. Uncle Wilmar, Grandpa Wilmar’s condition is very poor—you’re aware of this. Last time, I told Lowie that if we followed my suggestions, with medication every month, adequate rest, and proper adjustments, Grandpa Wilmar might have been able to live another three years. But this time..."

"I’m just an ordinary person—I’m not a miracle worker. Even though I’ve come, it doesn’t mean I’ll necessarily be able to help. All I can promise is that I’ll do my utmost."

Yonathan Wilmar stiffened, remaining motionless for a long moment before finally lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his composed and mature face betraying a bitter smile: "I understand."

"My father has been stubborn beyond measure ever since he was young. I’ve told him to get more rest, and I know you’ve told him too, but he doesn’t listen. Before, he was still taking the medication you prescribed every month—even though he wasn’t resting enough, his body was relatively robust. But this time..."

Yonathan found himself unable to continue.

The matter involved the Wilmar family’s scandals, as well as his own sister. He couldn’t bring himself to explain it all to others openly.

"A few days ago, my father was suffering from severe headaches, unable to sleep night after night. He was visibly wasting away, and his condition was deteriorating. My sister... she was worried too, I suppose."

Nathalie had repeatedly exhorted him before: Mr. Wilmar had to rest well and focus on recuperation to extend his life. How could he possibly let his father, at his advanced age, undergo surgery now?