?<strong>Chapter 964:</strong>


    Upon seeing Marcus again, Lauren noted the improved tone of his skin despite the blood that covered him.


    “Could it be that my father is still alive…”


    Spurred by a new understanding, Lauren made his way through the bystanders to his father’s side. He nervously checked, finding Marcus’s vital signs had indeed normalized.


    “Stop!” Lauren abruptly halted his assistants. He turned to Madisyn, holding his breath.


    “Miss Johns, my father is much better now, right?”


    “Yes, he’s now out of danger.”


    Madisyn, recognizing his concerns for his father, overlooked his previous abruptness.


    “If you remain skeptical, you’re wee to have the hospital verify his condition, Mr. Lauren Vaughn.”


    As Lauren hurried to summon a doctor, Evita and her friend stepped forward.


    Evita’s friend coldly asserted, “I’ve always said that I could manage your father’s condition. The groundworkid by my earlier treatments ensured his survival through this ordeal.”


    The implication was that Madisyn’s intervention was pointless, and the real credit should go to her previous medical work.


    Madisyn scoffed at this assertion. She had already saved Marcus twice, and yet, this woman was now trying to attribute the sess to herself. She really knew how to im undue credit.


    Madisyn, unwilling to let such ims stand, challenged the doctor with a raised eyebrow.


    “If you im credit for Mr. Vaughn’s survival, can you awaken him now?”


    Evita’s friend hesitated, her silence speaking volumes. She looked over at Marcus, acknowledging that his survival was a stroke of luck; reviving him seemed like an impossible feat. She didn’t dare make any bold promises before the witnesses.


    Madisyn nced at Evita and her silent friend, then walked over to Marcus and removed the final silver needle.


    “Mr. Vaughn, how do you feel now?” she asked gently, bending over him.


    Suddenly, the ward witnessed an astonishing moment. Marcus gradually opened his eyes, fully awakening.


    The familiar care and soothing presence he immediately felt reminded him of thepassionate person who had previously saved him. His eyes sharpened as he finally recognized Madisyn standing before him.


    A sudden wave of happiness lit up Marcus’s expression, his eyes gleaming with newfound hope.


    He knew it! The person who hade to his rescue couldn’t possibly be a self-serving opportunist. Smiling with relief, he tried to push himself upright, only to freeze when he heard a voice he despised echoing through the ward.


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