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Chapter 1093 Yale might be gentlemanly on the surface, but his methods were vicious. That snowy night all those years ago, his target was Ethan, but Olivia would've been killed if Ethan

didn't protect her. Yale was the one behind it all. Olivia never forgot. This time, Yale was in the open while Olivia was in the dark. Krystal spoke up. "Yale, you have to stop her. Mr. Tucker and the others have been brainwashed by

her. My father's life is already hanging by a thread. She's too young to have the experience to manage

such an operation. "If she tries her hand on my father, she could make a mistake that could cost my father's life!" "Don't worry, Krystal." Yale comforted Krystal and then turned to Tatiana. "Mrs. Heath, Krystal has a point. I'm not doubting

the lady's capabilities, but she is indeed too young. How could she compare with Dr. Gatsby, who is an

experienced veteran." Tatiana didn't know what to think. So, she looked at Ethan. "Ethan, you've always been the stoic one. What do you think r* Ethan didn't give a long speech. He only said, "I trust her." Olivia honestly didn't want him to trust her at that moment. If Jack really wanted Mason dead, she didn't want to save him. But Olivia thought it was weird. The bullet would have killed Mason if it was an inch higher. Did Jack make a mistake?

But Yale's eagerness to help changed Olivia's mind. It was like Jack meant to do this. His goal probably

wasn't to kill Mason but to create an opportunity for Yale. Why else would the wound be near the heart? Coincidentally, Yale had already found Lionel ahead of time. The truth remained shrouded in mystery. An outsider like Olivia couldn't possibly know what was going

on. She wanted no part of this power struggle. Joel added, "Don't underestimate her because she's young. She's actually very skilled. Ethan would already be dead if not for her. The surgery she performed last year was practically perfect. "Lionel might be experienced, but you should still give the younger generation a chance to shine." Lionel probably had some sort of agreement with Yale. He said, "Joel, it's not that I want to disrespect

you, but Mr. Heath is not a regular Joe. This is a critical operation. Even if you trust this young lady, I don't." "That's right, Mr. Tucker. Dr. Gatsby is here. Everything will be fine. Let's not waste any more time,"

Yale urged. "No!" A familiar voice rang out. Olivia, who had maintained an indifferent expression, reflexively straightened

her back when she heard that voice. The person who was walking toward them used to be her mentor. A man who had treated her well ever

since she started school. When she was only a freshman in university, Rufus took her to sit in and

observe operations. He was also the one who said, "Olivia, you're born to hold a scalpel. You have to take good care of

your hands." Even then, Olivia could remember the disappointment in his eyes when she dropped out and the way

he walked away from her. She hadn't seen him in years. He was one of the people she was afraid of seeing again. Rufus had retired. She heard that he had set up his own lab and had been focusing on medical

research. His hair was almost completely white. His face looked more frail, too. Olivia clutched her sleeves tightly. She was afraid she might blurt out and call him her teacher. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Moran?" "I said Lionel can't do this operation."