The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1163: Nathalie, can you help grandpa with something?

"I’ve heard about you from Lowie."

Juan Wilmar took a deep breath. He could feel his body reaching its final moments. As the end approached, he strangely felt less pain than before; the physical torment seemed to ease as life slipped away. He struggled to breathe, took another breath, and managed to see the girl in front of him.

So very beautiful.

Beautiful with striking features!

A young age—eighteen or nineteen.

Just standing there, her presence was different from others.

She had an untamed wildness about her.

He remembered Lowie mentioning Nathalie Quinlan to him, saying she was this year’s top scholar in the college entrance examination, with excellent results, having been accepted into Tsinghua University.

"Good girl, I said before I wanted to find time to meet you and thank you personally."

Mr. Wilmar was likely near the end; his speech became light, the words unclear but understandable.

"Unfortunately... I’ve never had the chance to meet you. This time counts as our meeting, it’s destiny. You resemble someone I knew. Seeing you reminds me of her."

He paused here for a second, his gaze softened, like a shattered lake surface, calm and wise.

"Nathalie, could you do Grandpa a favor?"

His voice was already very weak.

Nathalie Quinlan pressed her lips tightly, lowered her head, feeling quite uneasy as she clenched her hand, whispered to him, "Please hold on a little longer, I’ll have Lowie and the others come in right away."

Mr. Wilmar was near the end, and in the final moments of life, she believed no one would want to miss seeing their family. Nathalie was about to leave to call them in.

Juan Wilmar stopped her suddenly, handed her something, gasping, his breath faint as silk: "I, I can’t, I’m not going to last. This, take this, help me give it to Yonathan, tell him to remember to send, send money every month."

Nathalie looked at the notebook he handed her. The corners of the leather cover were heavily worn, evidence that its owner often perused it.

She held the item from the elder steadily, tightened her lips, her voice deep: "I understand, I’ll make sure to give it to Uncle Wilmar. You... you just hold on a bit longer, they’re coming right in."

Juan Wilmar made a sound, already barely audible.

The medical staff in the operating room saw him regain consciousness and rushed out to notify the family.

Not long after, the door to the operating room opened.

The Wilmar family flooded in, crowding around and blocking the surgical table.

"Dad! Dad, are you alright! Don’t scare me!" Raymond Wilmar’s voice was the loudest, reacting the most intensely: "Where’s the doctor? Find a way quickly, what do you mean by this!"

"Dad, open your eyes and look at me, it’s me, Raymond."

"Grandpa." Ivy Wilmar and Myles Sullivan were present too. Ivy arrived hastily, still wearing a red coat, making her stand out conspicuously.

She was also tearfully calling out nearby.

Nathalie was pushed to the side.

Lowie Wilmar’s face was already pale. Instead of squeezing into the crowd, he clenched his fists and stood outside the group, his face turned unpleasant.

He saw Nathalie Quinlan also pushed aside, walked over to her, with a poor complexion, asked softly: "My grandfather..."

Nathalie felt terribly pained, raised her head, their eyes met, her throat seemed stuck, hard to speak: "I’m sorry."

Those words were enough for Lowie to understand. He shut his eyes tightly and then opened them again, fingers clenched tightly.