My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 2632
"Not really, but at the end of the day, he is a renowned doctor. He might have his own working habits, so we shouldn't make any
decisions on his behalf," Chloe explained, trying to appear considerate.
"You've thought this through, indeed.” Nicole nodded in agreement.
However, Chloe began panicking. 'Why does everything about this seem off? How could she easily agree to everything I say?'
Nicole then asked, "So, does Ghost Hand intend to perform this surgery independently?"
"Well..." Chloe stuttered, instantly left speechless.
In truth, even the likes of Ghost Hand could not possibly perform a surgery of such scale alone, no matter how skilled he was.
"I heard that Ghost Hand came alone without a team of doctors. He's not used to cooperating with others and can't perform the
surgery without any assistance. Chloe, are you sure the Ghost Hand you've found isn't a fraud?" Nicole looked at Chloe with her
brows furrowed.
"Of course not. I've been looking for him for several years. How could he be fake?" Chloe anxiously defended herself.
"Well then, he's truly a miracle worker. It seems that he can perform surgeries without anything! Is he using magic?" Nicole
blinked her eyes curiously.
Chloe's face turned pale. After all, nobody could turn to something as nonsensical as magic to heal anyone.
"Nicole just wants to help. Moreover, Martin is already a medical professor. It’s not easy for him to come over and serve as an
assistant. Having him help will make the surgery more secure and more likely to succeed," Mr. Riddle Sr. agreed with Nicole.
"Besides, haven't you sought him out before? You should be familiar with him. Don't you trust Martin?" Nicole asked, and flashed
Chloe a look of disappointment.
Unable to argue any further, Chloe gritted her teeth and agreed, "Well, thank you for your help then, Nicole."
She nearly ground her teeth when she said "Nicole". She knew there would be trouble when Nicole was involved.

"You're all here. Sorry for the delay." Martin arrived and smiled at Chloe. "Don't be nervous. I believe that your surgery will be
successful."
"Dr. Wyance, you're the one helping us, and we're the ones who should be grateful. It's just that you're already a medical
professor, so forcing you into a position as an assistant feels like an insult to your talents. We can't possibly afford your help,"
Miley said, knowing Chloe could no longer refuse.
She knew that she had to say something without being too direct about it.
At this juncture, there was no way out for them. If she did not say something, they would automatically be forced to accept his
help, and it would be a disaster for her and her daughter if things spiral out of their control.
They thought they had handled everything perfectly, without giving Nicole any leverage. What they did not expect was that Nicole
would persevere and arrange for Martin to be their doctor's assistant, which was a clear indication of an ulterior motive.
Not minding the fact that he would be relegated to his position as an assistant, Martin said, "Ma'am, you're exaggerating. It's my
honor to learn from the Ghost Hand."
"It's almost time. Chloe, you should get ready. Martin needs to prepare as well," Nicole urged, not giving them a chance to refuse
the offer.
"Go on. If the surgery goes well, you'll be able to stand up in the future," Mr. Riddle Sr. instructed.
With no way out, Chloe could only agree. "Okay."
As Martin was leaving, he shot a bullet of a glance at Nicole, who gave him a light nod. Martin then strode off. Then, Chloe gave
Nicole a resentful look and wheeled herself forward, leaving as well.
"I'll accompany you." Miley followed Chloe, feeling uneasy.
"Dad, let's find a place to wait. This surgery will take several hours," Damien said to Mr. Riddle Sr.
"Let's just wait here, Damien. Everyone is nervous about
Chloe," Dillion advised with a look of genuine concern.
In turn, Damien glared at Dillion. He refused to believe that Dillion could be so kind-hearted.

"Dad, there are some chairs over there. Let's go take a seat." Karen suggested, playing along.
"Okay." Mr. Riddle Sr. said, and went off to the row ofchairs to take a seat.