Someone frowned and said, “No way. We must supervise the whole process-who knows what you might do?”


    Flynt’s smile vanished. “If we can’t agree, then I won’t be doing the surgery,” he said coolly. “The rest of you are wee to begin whenever you like.”


    Flynt said coolly, “If your surgery fails, you can always me someone else. But if mine does, I might not walk out of here alive.”


    His words dripped with biting sarcasm, and the expressions of everyone present darkened instantly.


    The tension in the room ratcheted up several notches.


    Fiy frowned and looked at Aria. “Madelyn, what’s your take on this?”


    Aria said, “We’ll proceed as he requested.”


    The specialists objected.


    Fiy made the final call. “Listen to Madelyn.”


    In the end, they had no choice but to reluctantly agree, permitting only one senior specialist to apany Flynt.


    Flynt shook his head decisively, cutting them off. “No,” he said tly. “The only person I trust is Aria.”


    Gloria immediately objected, “Aria studied traditional medicine-she can’t assist in surgery. We should send in a qualified doctor instead.”


    Flynt gave her a cool nce. “This isn’t a discussion-it’s a notice.”


    “I’ll go in,” Aria said firmly.


    Fiy locked eyes with Aria, then nodded. “Let Madelyn go in.”


    Since Aria had spoken up, Gloria conceded reluctantly, her voice tight with disapproval. “Then let her go in.”


    Although Gloria disagreed in her heart, she knew better than to judge Aria by ordinary standards.


    ‘If Aria says she can handle it, then it should be fine,’ Gloria thought.


    Aria and Flynt stood ready as Tristan was slowly wheeled into the operating room.


    Owen and the specialists remained behind.


    As soon as the operating room doors clicked shut, all eyes snapped to the monitors, scrutinizing every detail with rapt intensity.


    Aria’s eyes swept across an additional piece of equipment in the operating room, and then she was relieved.


    The specialists hadpleted all the preoperative preparations.


    Aria and Flynt could proceed directly with the surgery.


    Aria deftly began administering the anesthesia.


    The onlookers watched with bated breath.


    Fortunately, Aria’s movements were so practiced and precise that no one would guess she was a novice.


    Just as Flynt reached out, Aria, anticipating his need, ced the scalpel in his hand with practiced precision.


    The two worked in perfect sync, as if they’d rehearsed the procedure together countless times before.


    The amateurs marveled at the show, while the professionals recognized the skill.


    In the monitoring room, the senior specialist couldn’t help turning to Gloria. “Didn’t you say she only knew traditional medicine? Her technique is on par with any trained surgeon’s.”


    Gloria’s expression tightened slightly. “I don’t really know her that well,” she admitted.


    Owen said casually, “She only stayed with the Saxon family for a few months. It’s only natural you wouldn’t know her well.”


    Owen’s words seemed like an exnation for her, but Gloria detected a hint of mockery in them.


    Suddenly realizing something, Gloria froze for a moment.


    Gloria wondered, ‘What exactly is the rtionship between Owen and Aria? Come to think of it, Owen always seems to be around whenever I run into Aria.


    The surgery was sessfullypleted, with Tristan’s vital signs stable.


    Aria let out a long breath of relief.


    Flynt noticed the tension leave her face, and a slight smile yed at the corners of his lips. “Rx, no need to be so tense.”


    His voice was deliberately soft, carrying a hint of reassurance. “He’s someone you deeply respect. I would never harm him.”


    Aria’s


    eyes shed with scorn. “Save your excuses. Isn’t this exactly what your people did to him?”


    Flynt’s smile faded slightly. “Had we known about your connection with him, we wouldn’t have gone after him.”


    Aria remained silent, gathered the instruments, and pushed open the operating room door.


    Watching the sessful surgery on the monitors, the specialists werepletely relieved and headed into the operating room to handle the postoperative procedures.


    The senior specialist asked, “Aria, have you studied modern medicine?”


    Aria took off her mask. “Just the basics-I’ve only dabbled a bit,” she said modestly.


    In her line of work, injuries weremon during missions, so she had to learn some basic first aid.


    After Aria changed into her regr clothes, Owen approached, took her hand in his, and gently squeezed it. “Tired?” he asked softly.


    “Not really,” Aria said.


    Flynt stepped out, catching sight of their intertwined hands. A frosty glint shed in his eyes.