Quinn Zeller appeared with a team and left just as quickly.
The doctors who came with him went straight to the pre-op room, while the remaining bodyguards stood not far from Holly Wyatt, on high alert.
Silas Thornton and Holly Wyatt sat less than two meters away from Mr. Fletcher and his son.
Holly Wyatt glanced at the operating room doors from time to time, then deliberately ignored the searing gazes of the Fletchers. She pulled her eyes away, looking down at her clasped hands.
Silas Thornton sat bolt upright, occasionally lifting his wrist to check the time. Catching sight of Holly's lowered head out of the corner of his eye, he gently took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
'Sigh... My little cub seems pretty worried about her birth mother. I already had Quinn Zeller call in every cardiology specialist from the hospitals funded by Thornton Corporation. Nothing will go wrong.'
