The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1777: He’s Fine, No Life-Threatening Danger

"Alright." Nathalie Quinlan responded.

Sadam Vinson exchanged polite words with Stanley Zachmann, then stepped forward with his long legs to find Govert Griffin and Nadya Tucker.

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As soon as Nathalie arrived, the atmosphere in the hallway outside the hospital emergency shifted abruptly.

At least Celine Tucker and the others felt uncomfortable.

But Audrick Zachmann and Evron Barness didn’t share this feeling, as Evron pushed Audrick’s wheelchair over to Nathalie Quinlan.

Upon seeing the girl, his expression grew more reverent, lacking the bravado he had displayed in front of Hendrik Zachmann, resembling a subordinate.

"Ms. Quinlan, I’ve had my friends investigate, and the road surveillance near the abandoned factory has been destroyed; we can’t find anything through the footage."

Evron Barness’s brow relaxed as he continued, "But I’ve told them to keep investigating, and if there’s a way to identify them, they’ll find it as soon as possible."

Nathalie was dressed in a white sweater, wearing a duckbill cap, only her snow-white chin visible—quite exquisite. She remained silent, just nodded.

Evron Barness appeared somewhat embarrassed, touching his earlobe as he apologized to her, "When I arrived, Uncle Zachmann was already on the ground; perhaps if I had arrived earlier..."

"Since they dared to act, they won’t let you catch them." Nathalie’s voice was indifferent, interrupting his speech.

Evron was stunned, but upon second thought, it seemed reasonable.

He decided not to say any more.

Nathalie paid no further attention, instead turning to Audrick Zachmann, asking, "Bro, how is he?"

This time, Audrick received Hendrik’s phone call, forcing himself to get out of bed and come over; his complexion wasn’t great but not too bad. Upon hearing Nathalie’s question, he relaxed noticeably and replied to her, "Dad is alright; just as Mr. Barness said, when the police found him, he’d already had three ribs fractured by someone. Nothing else seems amiss. The other party seemed intent on teaching Dad a lesson, not to inflict fatal harm."

Nathalie twisted her mouth, yet the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

What kind of impressive character needs to break three ribs just for a lesson? Later, if she wanted to teach them a lesson, would breaking their limbs be an option too?

Meanwhile, as the group was conversing.

The doors to the emergency department swung open.

The medical staff in white coats streamed out one by one.

Celine Tucker rushed over first, stopping a doctor to ask, "Doctor, my husband is he...?"

The leading male doctor, dressed in a white coat, laid down his pen, glanced at her, then at the group in the hallway outside, reassuring her kindly, "Mr. Zachmann is fine; he just needs to rest adequately."

Celine was not concerned with that; she grabbed the doctor’s arm, her emotions intense, "When will he wake up then?"

The doctor was dumbfounded for a moment, then regained his composure, discreetly removing her hand and maintaining a safe distance as he spoke, "Mr. Zachmann has been anesthetized; he should wake up within 48 hours under normal conditions."

"48 hours..." Celine gritted her teeth, "No way, that’s too long! My daughter hasn’t been found yet. Must you have a way..."

Her intention was to use external forces to forcibly awaken him.

However, halfway through her sentence, Hendrik Zachmann suddenly pulled her aside, sternly preventing her actions, "Mom, what are you saying!"

Celine Tucker abruptly returned to her senses, realizing that everyone in the hallway was looking at her.

And it wasn’t just the Zachmann family relatives.

Sadam Vinson, Govert Griffin, and the others stared at her with shock, followed by a gaze full of complexity and ridicule.

Celine suddenly felt a cold stab of embarrassment, making her complexion quite grim as she stood by, dazed.