Chapter 520
Chapter 520
As the door closed behind him, effectively isting Yves from Sean, Cynthia secured the contract and
took a seat in the hallway outside the operating room.
She did not ask Sean about Joshua’s condition. If it were not severe, he would not have paid such a
hefty sum to negotiate with Yves. Requesting Yves’s help was a sign of dire circumstances.
As she waited, Sean approached and sat down beside her.
Neither spoke for a while.
Eventually, Sean turned to her and asked, “What’s your rtionship with Yves?”
“Friends,” came Cynthia’s sinct response.
“With benefits?”
“No
“Then why did he bring you here?” Sean’s heart tightened bit by bit. His expression was as unruffled as
ever, giving the appearance of idle chit–chat.
At thiste hour, a man and a woman alone together would certainly raise eyebrows.
Moreover, Yves, as reclusive as he was, would not have keptpany unless it was someone
important to him.
It indicated that when Sean had contacted Yves, he was with Cynthia.
Cynthia was puzzled by his questioningN?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
Misinterpreting her response, Sean pressed on with an outwardly breezy demeanor, “Ms. Yates, you
truly take a rxed attitude toward rtionships. It’s been less than two months since your divorce,
and you’ve already found a new love interest?
“No.” Cynthia’s heart was entirely consumed by the situation unfolding in the operating room.
Sean said nothing more, though a rush of emotion surged in his gaze. Were it not for the reminders
from reason and past experiences, he might have asked some questions he should not have.
Time passed slowly. An hour. Two hours. The operating room doors remained closed. Cynthia had a
growing suspicion that Joshua’s condition might be more serious than she’d thought.
Neither of them spoke a word in the quiet hallway. Each lost in their own thoughts.
At four in the morning, the operating room doors finally opened, and Yves emerged.
Suddenly, Cynthia shot to her feet. Sean, however, merely raised his gaze to look at Yws with ring
“How is he?” Cynthia asked.
Yves spoke sinctly, “Not good. Although the bullet has been removed and the bleeding has stopped,
his central nervous system has suffered serious damage. Whether he will wake up or not will depend
on the next forty–eight hours.”
Cynthia’s heart tightened. “How could this happen?”
“Before this fever, he must have had a high temperature once before. That fever hadn’tpletely
subsided when this one hit, plus the serious gunshot wound and loss of blood. It’s a miracle he’s still
alive,” Yves exined matter–of–factly. He probably would have died on the spot if the bullet had
strayed even slightly off its course.
Cynthia was taken aback.
“Even if he wakes up, he could suffer from aphasia, sensory Impairment, or paralysis due to the
damage to his central nervous system, Yves continued.
These words felt like a heavy stone pressing on Cynthia’s heart, Suddenly, she did not know what to
do. If Joslina were to
suffer from any of the conditions Yves had described, she could not imagine how she would handle it.
“Let’s observe him for now. He may just get lucky and not suffer from anyplications.” Yves’s tone
was as indifferent
Joshua was moved to the Intensive Care Unit. For his better recovery, Yves arised against visiting him.
Cynthia stood outside the ward, watching through the observation window as Joshuay on the bed,
covered with tubes Her heart ached at the sight. He had taken that ballet for her, had he not? The more
she thought about it, the more she felt a heaviness in her legs, making it almost impossible to move.
Yves, now changed into fresh clothes, said, “You don’t need to keep watch. There are professionals
watching over him. You should rest for now. If anything happens, you’ll need to notify the Neal family.”