Chapter 165 Yvette Milligan’s Test Results

• Seeing Lance Jardel go quiet, Susan York grew more and more uneasy. She knew what Xixi Yin had done—if he insisted on pressing charges, prison was a sure thing. She bit down hard, then suddenly dropped to her knees: “Auntie is begging you! Xixi is still young. Please give her one chance to make it right…” “What are you doing? Get up, please!” Lance’s eyelids twitched. He hurried to pull her up and sighed. “I won’t call the cops this time.” Susan’s face brightened like she’d been pardoned, but he added, voice low: “But after what Yin did, she can’t stay anywhere near my family. Send her abroad. The sooner the better, before I change my mind.” Susan went pale again. Clearly, she hated to send her daughter away. But she knew saying no would only make things worse, so she nodded right away and agreed. Lance turned toward the door. The second he opened it, River was there, waiting with a tight little face. “Let’s go.” He reached out to ruffle River’s hair, but the kid dodged him. River’s face was stiff, brow pinched, totally upset. Lance figured he would throw a fit and demand they punish Yin hard. Headache loading. But River didn’t say a word. He spun around and walked off. Lance blinked, surprised, then hurried after him. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” River puffed out his cheeks and stared straight ahead without looking back. “We don’t know how Mommy is. I’m going to find Mommy.” Lance let out a breath and said at once, “Daddy’s worried too. Come on, we’ll go find her now.” Yin got sent to the hospital. The Yin family would handle the rest. Lance didn’t stick around. He took River and drove straight to Melodie Seys’s clinic. Dorian Jardel wanted to go see if Yvette Milligan was okay too. He lifted a foot…and stopped. Watching the tall and the small disappear down the hall, he sighed under his breath, then turned, cool as a breeze, and headed for his own car like nothing had happened. … Yvette got the full workup at Melodie Seys’s place. While they waited for the results, Lance and River arrived. He stepped into the exam room and saw Yvette curled up on the little couch, sipping coffee like she didn’t have a care. Her color was back to normal. The knot in his chest finally loosened a notch. Just then, Melodie walked over with a stack of reports. Lance moved fast. “Well?” Melodie clocked the tight worry hiding on his face and shot Yvette a meaningful look. Then she slid the papers into his hands. “Mm… how do I put this…” Her tone was vague, with a dash of hesitation, and Lance’s heart lurched back up. “…So what is it?” Yvette caught on right away and rolled her eyes at Melodie. “Quit teasing. Just say it—am I dead or alive?” Melodie snorted a laugh. “There’s nothing abnormal on the report. You can stop freaking out.” Yvette clicked her tongue and stood. “Told you. I’m fine. Okay, if that’s it, we’re heading out.” Lance still wasn’t set at ease. “What if we missed something? If she’s fine, then why did she suddenly black out?” Melodie spread her hands. “What I can run here is more thorough than the best hospital in Hadleigh. Her overall condition is solid—honestly, the best it’s been in years. Brain scan is totally normal. Only thing is, her brainwave activity is slightly more active, but it’s still within the normal range.” “To be straight with you, I don’t see any cause for what happened. If I could check her right when the symptoms hit, maybe I’d catch a clue. But if I had to guess…” She broke off, noticing Yvette subtly signaling her with a look, and switched gears fast: “Ahem. Anyway, looks fine for now. Let’s keep an eye on it for a bit and take it from there.”