Chapter 61 – The Regretful Billionaire: An Unpredicted Reunion

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“I’m sure of it.” Stephanie nodded. Of that point, she was certain.

Since Stephanie was so sure, Danika felt bad about asking further. After all, these were Stephanie’s private matters. She had to give her friend some time. “Alright. Just take care of yourself.”

“Of course.” Stephanie nodded, but her heart ached.

When it came to matters of the heart, she had no resistance at all. She’d already given it all up. The thing was, she still had no clue what she meant to him.

“Mr. Spade!”

Suddenly, someone cried out further ahead. Danika’s focus was instantly drawn there, where she found an old man with snowy hair crumpled on the ground.

“What happened?” Eustace asked, rushing over.

“Mr. Spade collapsed!” a man in a suit said. His expression was panicked. He was a bodyguard tasked to protect Mr. Spade. If something bad happened, he was surely done for.

Just then, Old Mr. Quincey came over as well. When he saw the man fainted on the ground, he was anxious as well. “Mr. Spade? Why didn’t he let me know he came?”

The man was a big player in Bardoff. That the man had come to celebrate his birthday was an honor for Zachary. How could he not have known that he was here?

“Mr. Spade mainly came over for a holiday. When he found out that you were throwing a birthday party, he came over to have a look. He told me not to inform you,” the suited man answered.

“Call for an ambulance immediately.” Zachary’s expression was grim. Now was not the time to assign blame. If something happened to Mr. Spade at his banquet, the entire Quincey family would be in trouble.

Eustace put away his cell phone. He said, “I’ve made the call.”

“Get him to a lounge first.” Zachary was beginning to worry now that a crowd was gathering.

Just as the suited man was about to carry out the order, Danika strode over. “Don’t touch him!”

“Who are you? Let go of Mr. Spade!” the suited man roared at Danika when he saw her reach for the collapsed man.

Danika ignored him, starting to examine the old man. As she did, she said, “Get the guests to disperse. We need to maintain some space and let him breathe.”

“Sure.” Eustace didn’t ask any questions, immediately getting his men to break up the crowd.

Soon, Danika’s immediate surroundings were cleared. After her examination, she said, “His brain’s bleeding, and it’s bad. He needs to be in surgery now.”

“But…” The suited man was torn.

“Come here and help me lift him,” Danika ordered, glancing at the man in the suit.

The man was slightly stunned but did as asked. Only after he had done so did he realize that he didn’t need to answer to her. Also, who was this woman anyway?

“I’m Dr. Zellweger, the deputy director of Parrington Hospital’s neurosurgery department. If you don’t want anything to happen to this old man, you have to listen to me.” Danika was calm as she checked the dilation of the patient’s eyes, speaking blandly all the while.

The suited man wanted to retort, but Eustace stopped him. “Listen to her.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t know this woman, but he knew Eustace Quincey. After all, Mr. Spade brought this young man up often. It was because Mr. Spade foresaw good things in Eustace’s future that he was here to attend the party.

“The situation is dire. Rush the ambulance.” Danika was imposing as she shouted at Eustace. “Does this place have no basic first aid equipment?”

“They do. I got someone to get it.” For security reasons, of course, everything had been prepared.

“Oxygen. And a blood pressure meter,” Danika ordered.

In the blink of an eye, Eustace put the two items in Danika’s hands.

The old man was obviously better once he had the oxygen mask on. Danika heaved a sigh of relief. They. could probably hang in there until the ambulance arrived.

She was focusing entirely on the old man. She didn’t notice that the gazes everyone had of her had shifted.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. Danika was going into the ambulance with the paramedics when Eustace asked, “Are you going, too?”

“I’m the only one who can perform this surgery in Parrington Hospital,” she said calmly. There was no drama in her tone. She said nothing else and sat in the ambulance, disappearing from their sight.

Once they were gone, people whispered, “Just who is she? She’s Eustace’s ex-wife, Mr. Birkett’s mentee, and the most famous neurosurgeon in Parrington Hospital. This is just too extraordinary.”

It was no easy feat being just one of these, yet she was all of them. What was more, she mastered everything. It was not something that could be done by just anybody.

“That’s right. I used to look down on her, but now…” the person speaking trailed off. They had no right to underestimate her now.

“No wonder she could marry Mr. Quincey. She’s different,“ someone concluded.

If people were focusing on Danika, they would naturally be focusing on the old man. They whispered, “Who is Mr. Spade? He could make Mr. Quincey so anxious.”

“There are no Spades in Parrington.” Someone was deep in thought. “Perhaps he’s from another city.”

“Idiot. Don’t you know of the Spades of Bardoff City? There were people who knew of the Spades. But this was all based on hearsay.

At once, their faces turned pale. The Spades of Bardoff City?

As the people talked and gossiped, Yvonne gnashed her teeth. If not for Danika, she would have been the belle of the ball.

But who would think of her now?

“I’ll make you pay for this, Danika,” she thought.

In the ambulance, Danika checked on the old man’s vitals while explaining to the man in the suit that they needed surgery in the hospital. However, the man in the suit knew nothing about all these. When he heard that Mr. Spade would require surgery, and a craniotomy at that, his face turned pale.

“About that… Dr. Zelliot? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a bodyguard.” He had no say in whether Mr. Spade could undergo surgery.

Danika didn’t look happy to hear this, but she wasn’t angry. “Call his relatives at once. I will explain it to them.”

“Alright.” He nodded and took his phone out, calling his employer. Only he could make the final say.

The call was quickly answered. The bodyguard explained the situation briefly to the person on the other end of the line and then handed it to Danika.

She took the phone and got straight to the point, describing the condition clearly. She explained everything that could happen, as well as the post-surgery effects. Then, she said, “Mr. Spade must

undergo surgery, or else he will not survive for much longer.”

“Okay.”

Danika didn’t expect the person to consent so readily. She was satisfied. “If you can’t come, you’ll need to grant your bodyguard the right to sign his name during the procedures. But, of course, it’d be best if you could come over.”

“Okay.”

Once more, it was promptly consented. Danika was a little speechless. She said nothing else and handed the phone back to the bodyguard, letting them talk. She had done her part.

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