Chapter 20

Alexander's Medical Report

Dr. Whitmore studied the test results for three straight hours. He removed his glasses and rubbed his temples before dialing Patriarch Valdemar's number.

The Valdemar Holdings boardroom had just witnessed a heated debate. Shareholders were arguing fiercely over the new energy project.

"Patriarch, we need to discuss Alexander's condition in person," Dr. Whitmore's voice came through the receiver.

The patriarch hung up and scanned the room with a dark expression. These once-obedient shareholders now eyed him like predators.

Thirty minutes later, a black Maybach pulled up outside the sanatorium.

Dr. Whitmore handed over the EEG results. "Between 11 PM and 2 AM last night, Alexander exhibited significant brain activity fluctuations."

"What does this mean?" The patriarch's fingers trembled slightly.

"It suggests he may have briefly regained consciousness," Dr. Whitmore lowered his voice. "Though fleeting, this is a major breakthrough."

The patriarch turned to the butler. "Any unusual activity in the room last night?"

The butler checked his logbook. "Madame Laurent remained by his bedside all night. The nurse found her asleep beside his bed during rounds."

The patriarch narrowed his eyes. "Did Sophia and Alexander have prior connections?"

"They met at several business galas," the butler added. "As the Lowell Group's chief secretary, Madame Laurent would have frequently encountered Alexander at events."

The patriarch stroked his cane thoughtfully. "Increase surveillance on the room."

Dr. Whitmore continued, "Clinically, such brainwave patterns often precede awakening. But the exact timeline remains unpredictable."

"Keep this confidential," the patriarch ordered. "Public statements should still indicate poor prognosis."

"Understood." Dr. Whitmore nodded. "I'll handle the report discreetly."

The patriarch consulted specialists in detail. The orthopedic chief reported excellent fracture healing, while the neurologist emphasized continued observation.

At dusk, the patriarch stood alone by the hospital window. The setting sun cast his elongated shadow across Alexander's pale face.