The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”This...” The people in the nursing home looked at each other, not knowing whose words to heed in the current situation.

Mr. Zachmann seemed extremely disappointed in her, keeping his eyes closed, appearing indifferent to Caryn Zachmann’s actions, and had long accepted life and death.

The more he behaved like this, the more Caryn’s hands shook severely. She bit her lip, her bloodshot eyes fixing on the elderly man meditating with closed eyes, lowering her voice: ”Grandfather, do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you?”

”...” Mr. Zachmann didn’t even lift his eyelids, still maintaining his dismissive attitude.

”I have nowhere to go!”

”...” Mr. Zachmann still didn’t open his eyes to look at her.

”I told you, I have nowhere to go, don’t push me!” Caryn, hating him so much that it made her teeth itch, pressed the knife to his neck and made a cut, causing the doctors and nurses to break into a cold sweat, all wanting to stop her madness.

”Ms. Zachmann!”

”Caryn Zachmann, don’t do this!”

Caryn looked at them again, this time with more ferocity in her eyes, threatening viciously, ”I’ll give you ten more minutes, call Nathalie Quinlan immediately! My patience is limited! Don’t push me!”

To prove herself, she pressed the knife harder, making the cut on Mr. Zachmann’s neck more apparent.

The faces of the nursing home staff turned pale with fright.

Someone couldn’t hold it anymore: ”What should we do now? Do we call? Mr. Zachmann told us not to, if we do, will he be mad later?”

”It’s too late to call the police now.”

Everyone looked at each other; no one dared to take responsibility for the consequences.

Caryn was watching the time, and seeing no one make the call, she became enraged and hysterical, holding Mr. Zachmann hostage and urging again: ”I want to see Nathalie Quinlan!”

The situation was about to spiral out of control.

A girl’s cold voice came from behind them—

”I’m here.”

They turned around.

The girl was as usual wearing a sweater and hoodie, walking coolly towards Caryn, her dark eyes nonchalant yet sharp, like a top hunter watching prey, her gaze landing on Caryn.

”You wanted to see me, didn’t you? I’m here.”

Nathalie Quinlan walked forward, and everyone instinctively made way for her.

Mr. Zachmann, who had been keeping his eyes closed and refusing to respond to Caryn, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelids twitching, and shouted sternly: ”Nathalie, go back!”

”Caryn Zachmann, I’m the one you’re looking for. Release him, and I’ll come over.” Nathalie didn’t look at him, her gaze fixed on Caryn, continuing to walk forward step by step.

Caryn, looking gaunt, was filled with madness at the sight of the girl’s appearance. She immediately sneered and retreated with Mr. Zachmann hostage: ”Nathalie Quinlan, do you think I’m stupid? If I let him go, will you obediently listen to me?”

She thrust the knife further, shouting sternly: ”Stop!”

”You take one more step, and I won’t be polite.”

The cut on Mr. Zachmann’s neck became more prominent, seeming extremely striking.

Nathalie’s eyes suddenly turned cold, immediately halting her steps, standing still, spreading her arms to show she wasn’t moving forward: ”I didn’t move forward, keep your hand steady.”