The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 509: Came Up with a New Appraisal Result_1

Leonardy Zachmann: "Tsinghua University has only produced one student with a perfect college entrance exam score over the years. You’re a junior now, and you should be very aware of how difficult your school’s entrance exam questions are. Nathalie achieving a perfect score under such difficult circumstances is astonishing. If her enrollment is canceled, Tsinghua cannot admit her! That’s why your grandfather and I are so worried and anxious."

Caryn didn’t listen to what he said afterwards; she only heard him mention that Nathalie Quinlan had scored a perfect score and was also admitted into Qing University’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.

Although she didn’t understand why Nathalie, having scored a perfect score, wasn’t admitted into the clinical department but was chosen by the worst reputed department in Tsinghua, Traditional Chinese Medicine, just hearing her father tell her in a serious tone that Nathalie had successfully got into Tsinghua was a bit too much for her to accept!

"...If it weren’t for Nathalie encountering such an issue, if you were in her shoes today, we would be just as worried. It’s the same logic!" Leonardy Zachmann stated forcefully.

Caryn was distracted and her heart was in turmoil. She didn’t pay attention to his words and let them go in one ear and out the other.

Celine Tucker, however, heard everything crystal clear and, having been married for so many years, she immediately understood the implication in her husband’s words—that Nathalie Quinlan was also part of the family and, in his heart, he treated them equally!

This was unbearable for her. How could it be the same? One was her biological daughter, the other a niece they had just found. Could they be treated equally?

However, in Mr. Zachmann’s presence, she neither dared nor felt it appropriate to quarrel openly with Leonardy Zachmann. She had to suppress the discomfort in her heart, pursing her lips with a pallid complexion, unwilling to talk any more.

But in her heart, she sneered coldly, all the more eager to see a good show unfold!

What does it matter if she got into Tsinghua, scored a perfect score? Not to mention the issue with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, just the fact Nathalie had hit Jecksen Wilmar means the Wilmar Family won’t let this go easily. Even Mr. Zachmann himself went to the Wilmar Family to plead and came back rejected. She didn’t believe there was any room for turning things around, so a stone is a stone, no matter how much you try to lift it, it’ll never become a wall of any use!

Mr. Zachmann had no interest in what his family members thought; his mind set, he had already resolved to put his own reputation on the line and continue to persistently seek help.

"I’ll go to the Wilmar Family again tomorrow. They can’t keep refusing to see me."

*

Inside the McKinney City Police Station, Ivy Wilmar had just received the latest injury report. Holding the document, she walked up to Simon Cadwell, who was still stubbornly resisting, with an unreadable expression on her face, and slapped the report in front of him, tilting her chin up slightly, signaling him to look at it.

"Mr. Cadwell, this is the new injury assessment for Jecksen that I had the provincial hospital issue. Take a look, will you?"

The moment Simon Cadwell saw that she brought out a new injury report, his heart missed a beat. While picking up the cowhide bag thrown in front of him, he quickly said, "Didn’t City Hospital already issue an injury report? Mrs. Sullivan, why did you have another one done..."

"Heh." Ivy Wilmar scoffed, crossing her arms while her fur coat accentuated her forceful demeanor, her sharp features even more pronounced as she spoke faintly, "A single hospital’s report isn’t worth much; it’s better to have a few hospitals look at it. Mr. Cadwell, you might want to read the results first though!"

He didn’t need her to say it; Simon Cadwell was going to look anyway.

He didn’t bother with the densely packed projects and indicators on the pages; he didn’t understand them. He went straight to the last page.

It was there, in bold regular script, "Based on the results of the patient’s injuries, we declare the patient has a Level 10 disability."

The sentence seemed light and insignificant, but it drove a cold sweat down Simon Cadwell’s back.