Madam Mallory glanced at the ward number and found that it was a VIP ward.

She guessed that whoever Queenie was taking care of was not simple. Otherwise, why would they be in the VIP ward? On top of that, her men could not find out who was in the ward.

'Is it Jack Norman?'

Madam Mallory thought that it would not be possible as she saw the news of Jack in the newspaper that morning. He was attending various events, so he could not be in the VIP ward for treatment.

'Could the person in the ward be Luke's wife, Bianca?'

After all, Bianca was supposedly studying abroad but no one knew where she was studying nor the specific details.

Maybe she got sick and Queenie brought her back to be secretly treated... copyrighted © content.

If it was Bianca, she could use her to mess with Luca.

'Luca likes to be a mistress, huh? If Bianca appears in front of her, Luke won't be able to protect her anymore.'

The longer a man was in Luke's position, the more afraid he would be of getting into scandals that could affect his company's stock price. If something happened, he would be sure to stand on Bianca's side.

By then, Luca would be nothing.

Madam Mallory looked at Pierre who was still asleep and told the nurse, "Take care of Young Master Pierre. I have something to attend to."

When the nurse heard that, she was a little scared. After all, whenever Pierre was sober, he would be in a terrible mood. If he woke up and Madam Mallory was not around, she would likely get the brunt of his anger.

Madam Mallory snorted coldly when she saw how the nurse reacted. She knew her son, so she said, "I'll be back in a while. He's injected with valium, so he won't wake up any time soon."

"Okay, Ma'am." The nurse had no choice but to agree. After all, she was here to take care of the patient. Since the Mallory family had paid her, she should take good care of him.

Madam Mallory immediately left the ward and rushed to the upper floor.

Originally, Pierre should have been allocated a ward on the upper floors, but his situation was special and the doctor did not recommend him to stay there. Otherwise, it would be more difficult to take care of him. Hence, they could only go with the doctor's arrangement and stay in a two-person ward.

She then took advantage of the Mallory family's connections and turned the double ward into a single ward.

Madam Mallory came to the VIP ward floor and was about to look inside but was stopped by the head nurse.

"Hello, who are you?" The wards on this floor were special, so she remembered each patient and their family members. She would not allow others to walk around at will to protect the privacy of the patients here.

"I'm here to visit a patient," Madam Mallory explained patiently when the nurse stopped her.

The nurse looked at the woman who was dressed gracefully and luxuriously. The nurse thought that she did not look like a gossip reporter who came to secretly take pictures. Hence, she politely asked,

"Which patient do you want to visit? We need the consent of the family before any visitation."

Madam Mallory was taken back. She had not come to this floor for too long, so she forgot that the management of this floor was strict.

She did not have time to look for connections to assist her in this operation as she feared that Queenie would leave while she was doing that. She just said, "I'm here to visit a patient from the Norman family."

"Which Norman family is it?" The head nurse patiently verified with her.

Madam Mallory began to get impatient and said, "It's Jack Norman's family."

The head nurse knew about the Norman family. She glanced at her and said with a straight face, "Ma'am, I'm sorry. We haven't received any instructions from the patient's family, which means that they didn't tell our nurses that a guest would be coming to visit today."

Madam Mallory was at her limit. She stared at the head nurse and shouted, "They're so busy, they may not remember everything. I made an appointment with them yesterday and told them I'd come to visit today. I also know their ward number. It's 2505, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, we weren't informed. Maybe the patient's family was so busy that they forgot about it. Perhaps you could give them a call. You can only enter if you're authorized." The head nurse insisted. The patients on this floor paid great attention to their privacy, so she did not dare to let her in of her own accord.

Madam Mallory looked at how insistent she was, became anxious, and said, "Do you know who I am? I'm Madam Mallory, not one of those good-for-nothing reporters. I'm a public figure! How dare you dare stop me? I'll have you fired by tomorrow!"

The head nurse was helpless at her rogue remarks. They did their work according to the rules and regulations. They did not dare to let anyone walk in just like that.

"Sorry, Madam Mallory. It's our job." The head nurse insisted on wanting to maintain patient privacy. After all, she was more afraid of letting randoms in and the patient's family blaming her than to receive a complaint from those she did not let in.

Madam Mallory cursed, "Who do you think you are?! I'll have a chat with your department later. What kind of quality..."

She took out her phone, walked to the elevator, and called the number that called her just now. "I can't get into that ward. Help me think of a way for me to get in."

The person on the other end of the phone heard her and said helplessly, "Madam, if you can't enter, I would have no way to..."

The nurses would not even let someone with the Mallory name walk in. He was just someone who was at the bottom of the food chain. He was out of ideas.

"Trash, you're useless!" Madam Mallory was so angry that she yelled.

The man on the other end of the phone gave her a suggestion. "You can wait by the elevator? She would have to leave eventually."

'Wait by the elevator? Does he not know who I am?'

She immediately hung up the phone in anger.

Madam Mallory then looked at the head nurse in the distance who was still standing there. She had arranged this kind of ward for Old Master Mallory before and knew that even if the head nurse walked

away, there would be other nurses or security guards guarding the place.

Without the consent of the patients or family members, she would never be able to get in.

Madam Mallory thought of Pierre, who was still lying on the hospital bed, and then she thought of Luca. The expression on her face turned hideous.

'Luca, I'll let you experience ten times the pain you caused my son!'

Madam Mallory thought of that and decided to stand near the elevator. She knew that she would bump into Queenie here!

The head nurse in the distance looked at Madam Mallory, who did not seem like she wanted to leave. She shook her head helplessly and did not say anything. After all, as long as she did not step into the ward area, it would not be a violation of the hospital's rules and regulations. She could not do anything to her.

Madam Mallory stood there until three o'clock in the afternoon before she saw Queenie walking by slowly.

She was also a public figure, so she was sure. She stepped forward and said enthusiastically, "Mrs. Norman, what a coincidence. Why are you here?"

Although Queenie did not like to socialize, she still remembered the faces of the more important people because of her husband. She never had much contact with Madam Mallory, but she still knew who she was after she gave it some thought.

She looked at her, baffled. Then, she asked, "Yes, Mrs. Mallory, what a coincidence. Why are you here?"