Vincent’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Aimee, unable to restrain herself, interjected, “Why?”

After everything Neil and Katelyn had been through—the disputes, the battles—it seemed they had reached a deadlock with no possibility of reconciliation. Now, Neil was planning to transfer everything to Katelyn? Anyone familiar with the situation would find it perplexing.

Aimee whispered incredulously, “Has he gone mad?”

It seemed the only logical explanation for such drastic behavior.

Katelyn casually responded, “He claims he’s dying.”

Both Vincent and Aimee were visibly shocked by this revelation.

Clearly, Neil was far madder than they had anticipated.

Dismissing the gravity of the situation, Katelyn said, “Whatever, let’s go.”

She had to visit the hospital. Ashlyn was being moved to a different facility, and the timing was critical.

Still concerned, Vincent told Katelyn, “You take care of your priorities. I’ll deal with Neil.”

Vincent was resolute in his intention to uncover any deception behind Neil’s actions. The idea of transferring all of Neil’s assets to Katelyn seemed utterly absurd.

Katelyn didn’t to his offer, simply saying, “Alright, thank you, Mr. Adams.”

She then instructed Aimee, “Aimee, take the competition entries to the Adams Group. I need to get to the hospital immediately.” Aimee acknowledged with a nod of understanding.

Just as Katelyn was about to head out, Vincent proposed, “Let me drive you, so you can rest a bit on the way.”

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Katelyn stopped abruptly, a sudden realization hitting her. It felt as though she had overlooked something important.

Katelyn gave Vincent a meaningful look. She recalled having mentioned neurotoxins to him before, and now she regretted bringing it up. However, Vincent didn’t reveal what she had said, and Katelyn chose not to elaborate further, simply responding, “Alright.”

As Vincent drove, Katelyn quickly dozed off in the back seat. Forty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

Vincent woke Katelyn up, and as she stepped out of the car, he told her, “You go ahead. I need to go back to the office.”

Katelyn raised no ions to his departure. He didn’t ask too many questions, which was a relief to her.

After watching Vincent’s car pull away, Katelyn headed upstairs.

In the operating room, Katelyn had already put on sterilized surgical attire and was standing in front of Ashlyn, carefully conducting a thorough examination.

Meanwhile, a nurse rushed over with a document, presenting it to Katelyn.

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