Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 481

Bianca chimed in from the side, "Mom, why are you being so formal with Seth? It makes you seem like a stranger."

Though Noreen wasn't paying attention, she knew exactly what they were doing—a classic mother-daughter double act. Their words were clearly meant for her to overhear. Now she knew where Bianca got it from.

She ignored them and led Rosalind to the lab.

"What's the situation with the room?" Seth was asking the nurse. The Harcourt family kept two private suites permanently reserved at the hospital. Bianca had used one during her previous stays, so when Yvonne needed a room for her checkup, they naturally assumed it would be available. They were shocked to find it was already occupied.

The nurse was clearly intimidated by Seth, the hospital's primary benefactor. "It's… it's just occupied," she stammered.

"Who would dare use this room without Seth's permission?" Yvonne demanded, her brow furrowed. "Is someone at this hospital playing favorites?"

The nurse turned pale. "We would never dare."

"Then tell me the name of the person in that room," Yvonne pressed.

The nurse reluctantly showed her the registry.

"Rosalind? Who's that?" Yvonne asked, looking at Seth. "Do you know her?"

"Yes, I do," Seth admitted without hesitation.

Bianca knew the name, too. She had looked up Noreen's file at Aurelion Group. Rosalind was her mother. The moment she saw the name, her face tightened, and a flash of anger crossed her eyes.

Though Yvonne had never met him in person, she had seen him in interviews. Her arrogant demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a humble, dignified posture. "Mr. Harcourt, hello. I'm Bianca's mother."

Wade didn't even glance at her. His icy gaze landed squarely on Seth. "What, am I not even allowed to assign a hospital room now?"

Though he was looking up from his wheelchair, his presence was overwhelming. "I'm the one who arranged it. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

His sharp gaze swept from Seth to the two women standing beside him, who were now silent and rigid. Bianca's lips were pressed into a thin line, her face stiff.

Yvonne, with her years of social experience, recovered more quickly. "Mr. Harcourt, you've misunderstood. That wasn't our intention at all. Since you arranged it, then of course it's your decision." She turned to Bianca. "It's alright, a regular room is fine for me. It was the thought that counted."

Wade didn't bother to reply. He simply instructed Evelyn, "Take me to the garden for some fresh air. It's suffocating in here."