Queenie, Terence, and Amelia rushed over at that time.
"Christopher, what on earth happened to Zyler? Is his injury serious?" Queenie asked worriedly.
"Mrs. Gaskell, Zyler had accidentally hurt his hand when he was carrying a parcel for his classmate. His right index finger and middle finger suffered from bone fractures as a result," Christopher explained.
"Who's the classmate that's bold enough to command Zyler to carry their parcel for them? His hands are meant for playing the piano, not for manual labor!" Queenie snarled out.
The last person whom Zyler was willing to suck up to at all costs was Giselle, who had already returned to the countryside.
Christopher frowned slightly upon seeing how vile Queenie actually was. He pursed his lips, not wanting to answer her question.
He had always thought Queenie was the bold and straightforward type, but now she seemed more like a mean and vile woman.
Terence was the observant type. He nudged Queenie slightly as a hint for her to keep up her appearance in front of Christopher.
"That parcel seems heavy. How could Zyler be that careless?" Terence commented tactfully.
After that, he said to Christopher courteously, "Christopher, thank you for taking Zyler to the hospital. It's already this late, which means you haven't had dinner yet, right? I'll order something for you—"
"No need for that. Since you guys are here, I'll go home now." Christopher turned the offer down curtly.
As he walked out of the hospital, he glanced at his watch once again. He wondered if Hera was still at the academy.
Terence wanted to walk Christopher out of the hospital. But the sight of Christopher's swift gait gave him an inexplicable feeling that the former was being cold and distant toward him.
It was as if Christopher had done his part by taking Zyler to the hospital.
The doors of the operating theater were flung open at that moment.
"Doctor, how's my son's hand? Can he still play the piano in the future?" Queenie asked hurriedly.
"We've successfully reattached the bone fragments together. He should be fine as long as he recuperates for three months," the doctor said.
"He 'should be' fine?" Queenie was dissatisfied with the doctor's verdict. "Do I sound like I want an uncertain promise? I want his hand to be as good as new! No matter what, you have to heal his hand to the point it's as good as new!"
Zyler was destined to become a famous pianist. His hands mustn't be harmed no matter what.
"Of course, ma'am."
The doctor nodded before continuing tactfully, "But we haven't found out the exact reason behind Mr. Gaskell's muteness…"
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