Chapter 387


    A long time had passed before the doors of the operating theater finally swung open. Summer jumped


    out of Mark''s arms at once, ran up there and grabbed the doctor’s arm. Anxiety and fear filled her.


    She was afraid to hear the oue she dreaded to hear. She was scared to hear the worst news.


    Mark watched and took her fears and hesitations all i n. He stood up, strode forward, and put his arm


    around her and drew her into his embrace. Just when he was about to speak, Summer spoke with a


    somewhat trembling voice. "How is my daughter, doctor?"


    She looked calm on the outside, but the trembleing from her body gave her emotion away. So he


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    held her tightly and supported her silently.


    The warmth of his embrace calmed her. She was less anxious. At least her legs had stopped shaking.


    The doctor then looked at the man beside Summer. "M r. Valentine-"


    "Just tell me." Mark interrupted the doctor, his voice low and cold. His shapely hand involuntarily


    tightened the grip on Summer''s shoulder. The blue veins on the back of his hand revealed his truest


    emotions.


    "The surgery was sessful. The child is out of danger and will be transferred to the general ward.


    Don''t worry, Mr. Valentine."


    Summer felt like she was pulled back from hell and came back to life, warmth returning to her hands


    and feet upon hearing the doctor''s words.


    The stiff muscles on Mark’s face and body eased up. H e held out a hand. "Thank you, doctor.”


    "Don’t mention it. It is my job." The doctor also held out a hand to shake Mark''s hand.


    In the ward.


    Charlotte had not regained her consciousness. Her facecked the rosyplexion but pale,


    a distressed sight to look at.


    Summer had a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up as she gingerly ran her hand over Charlotte''s


    face.


    But she did not cry. After staring at Charlotte quietly for a moment, she got up and walked out.


    "Where are you going?” Mark asked, standing at the bedside and looking at her from behind.


    "I am going to see Dean." She went away without looking back, leaving behind Mark and Charlotte,


    who was still in aa, in the ward.


    Dean had note out of the operating theater. But Summer had learned to be calm. She clenched


    her hands and waited outside the operating theater.


    She believed that all would be well and Dean would pull through.


    Dean was an upright and kind man. God would be blind if he could not make it through.


    Dean would definitely make it, no matter what. This was her wish and the strongest hope right now.


    An hourter, the doors of the operating theater were pushed open, and the surgeon took off the mask


    and said to her, "The surgery went well. We will ce the patient under observation once he regains


    his consciousness."


    "Thank you! Thank you very much!" Summer was excited and grateful.


    Just like Charlotte, Dean was admitted into a VIP ward, and Mark had arranged for nurses to take care


    o f him.