Chapter 417 The Operation Is Sessful


    Lea took two sheets of tissue paper and blew her nose. "I know how much Rachel wanted to be


    with her parents, so I know how heartbroken she would be when she found out Jack''s parents had


    something to do with her parents'' death. However, she was willing toe back with Jack. She


    may appear stubborn and hard, but she must have forgiven him in her heart and is probably no


    longer angry. She has always been a soft-hearted person. God, why did such a thing have to


    happen all of a sudden? Hasn''t she suffered enough?"


    Her voice was neither loud nor piercing, but Rachel heard it through the door regardless.


    She pulled the quilt over her head and wept silently until sleep imed her. When she woke up, she


    looked out the window and found that it was already dark outside.


    Julie was also asleep on the sofa by the bed. When she heard sounds of Rachel stirring, she


    immediately sat up and asked, "Miss, are you awake? Are you feeling better?"


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    "Much better," she replied in a faint voice. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and


    looked at it. She had been sleeping for more than five hours. She got out of bed in a hurry and


    walked outside. Julie called out to her worriedly. "Miss, where are you going?"


    "I''ll go to the hospital to see Jack. The surgery''s probably done by now."


    "Mr. Jonathan Fu called just now and said that Mr. Jack Fu''s operation was sessful."


    As soon as she heard the news, Rachel suddenly felt her legs give out from under her. She grabbed


    at the door frame for support, closed her eyes, and smiled in thanks. She thought, ''Thank


    goodness, he''s all right!''


    Julie slipped on her shoes again and rushed forward to assist her. "Mr. Jonathan Fu asked you to


    go to the hospital tomorrow morning."


    She purposefully withheld the fact that Jack remained in aa ording to Jonathan.


    In the hospital, Jacky in the bed, an oxygen mask obstructing half of his face from view. The


    constant beep from the vital signs monitor beside him was the only sound that interrupted the


    silence in the room. Finally, Tracy sat beside him and grabbed his hand tightly. "Jack, please wake


    up quickly."


    The operation went on for ten full hours, and afterward, the doctor emerged from the


    operating room looking exhausted. When he nodded toward them, Tracy all but copsed against


    her husband, feeling boneless with relief. She kept murmuring, "Thank God, thank God!" But then,


    the doctor told them, "The surgery was sessfully, but he''s not out of the woods yet. He has yet to


    regain consciousness, so we need to transfer him to the ICU for strict monitoring."


    Jonathan''s heart jumped to his throat again. He kept pacing back and forth in the ward, feeling ten


    years older than he was. He frowned and said, "Okay, don''t cry. You are making things worse!"


    "I''m so worried about him," Tracy replied in a choked-up voice. She covered her face with both


    hands, tears streaming between her fingers. "My son is lying in a hospital bed like this. If it weren''t


    for Rachel''s pregnancy, I would never have let here near him!"


    "What the hell are you talking about?"


    After reigning in his anger for a whole day, a dam finally broke inside Jonathan. He dropped his


    walking stick on the floor and whirled around to face Tracy, his face a picture of fierce anger. He


    roared, "It was a car ident. Did Rachel ask the bus to hit Jack''s car? For once, woman, can''t you


    use your brain to think?"


    "I know that the ident wasn''t caused by her," Tracy yelled hysterically. "But if she hadn''t had an


    argument with our son, do you think Jack would havee here alone on a business trip?" Her


    eyes were red and swollen from crying too much.


    The nurse outside the door heard them quarreling in the room and barged in. Her face devoid of


    expression, she admonished in a low voice, "Be quiet! If you want to quarrel, just go home. The


    patient needs to rest."


    Jonathan blushed, while Tracy again buried her face in her hands and cried silently.


    At the sight of this heartbreaking tableau, the anger drained out of the nurse. She sighed slightly


    and said in a gentler tone, "We understand what you''re going through, but please remember that


    you are in the ward right now. It''ste, so you can go home. We will take care of him here. Besides,


    you have arranged for a caregiver, haven''t you? Just let her stay here."


    Hearing this, Jonathan and Tracy knew that they couldn''t stay any longer. They left a few


    instructions with the nurse and left the hospital together.


    When they left, the ward was quiet again. The nurse recorded the data on the monitor and walked


    out of the ward.


    Not long after, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. Scarlett came


    rushing toward the nurse station. The nurse had just sat down but had to stand again to speak with


    the neer. "Miss, who are you looking for?"


    "Which ward is Jack Fu in?"


    Gasping for breath, Scarlett saw the nurse point at the ward behind her and headed straight toward


    it without thanking her. The nurse mumbled under her breath, "What an rude person!"


    Of course, Scarlett didn''t hear it. She looked at Jack who was lying in the bed and frowned. The


    caregiver heard the noise and opened her eyes. She saw the figure standing at the door and asked,


    "Are you here to visit Mr. Fu?"


    "Have his parents gone home?" she asked. At the caregiver''s nod, her frown deepened. After a


    moment of hesitation, she walked toward the bed and said in a strained voice, "I''ll stay here with


    him, then."


    She was shopping with her friends when she got the call from Tracy. At that time, she thought that


    the situation provided the perfect


    opportunity for her to be closer to Jack, so she immediately ditched herpanions and drove


    over.


    However, watching him lying in the hospital bed motionlessly, she wondered how they could


    possibly cultivate a rtionship. Besides, since both Jonathan and Tracy had left, there was nobody


    around to witness her intentions.


    Even so, since she was here anyway, she couldn''t leave at once. With her chin on her hands,


    Scarlett felt a twinge of remorse and thought, ''If I had known the circumstances earlier, I wouldn''t


    have rushed over.''


    That night, Rachel didn''t sleep well. The past that she thought she had already left behind had


    suddenly caught up with her and came to her dream.


    At that time, she couldn''t even remember why she quarreled with Jack in the first ce and why she


    locked him outside. She thought that he would sleep in the guest room that night, but in the


    following morning, she opened the door and Jack fell directly at her feet.


    Jack sat against the door for the whole night, a pillow cradled in his arms.


    When he saw her step out, he asked her tentatively, "Honey, are you still angry?"


    Rachel didn''t answer him. With a poker face, she stepped around him to the living room, and he


    followed her. He said gently, "I''ve prepared breakfast. If you don''t like it, I''ll buy some for you."


    A sudden voice broke through her dreams. Rachel opened her eyes and saw Julie standing by the


    window. She gently patted her shoulder and said, "Miss, are you okay? I saw you crying, so I woke


    you up."


    Rachel raised her hand to her face and touched the corner of an eye. Sure enough, her fingers


    came away wet with tears.


    She recalled the scene in her dream. At that time, she didn''t feel anything, but now, her eyes were


    burning with tears.


    She still remembered that two days after their argument, she identally learned that their quarrel


    was only a matter of misunderstanding and contradictions. At that time, she wanted to apologize to


    Jack after work, but he beat her to it. He held her hand and said, "Rachel, I''m sorry for making you


    angry. Will you forgive me?"


    The memory stopped there. Rachel sat up and looked out of the window. It was dawn —still early—


    but she got out of bed and took out her phone. It was only five ten in the morning.


    Julie asked, "Miss, it''s still early. Don''t you want to sleep for a while?"


    "No, I''m not sleepy anymore."


    She had booked a hotel suite with a small kitchen. Last night, she asked Julie to go to the


    supermarket to buy some bones because she was nning on making soup to take to the hospital.


    Rachel cleaned up and went to the kitchen. Due to her pregnancy, she couldn''t bear the smell of oil


    and smoke. When the smell of boiling pork wafted her way, she immediately felt sick.


    Seeing her frown, Julie hurried forward and said, "Miss, let me prepare it. You can sit down and


    rest."


    She tried her best to tamp down her disgust and shook her head. "I''m okay. I can do it."


    Bone soup took a long time to cook. Once the soup turned milky white after simmering over low


    heat, then it was nearly ready. Rachel transferred the soup into a thermal bottle and nced at


    Julie, who fell asleep on the sofa. She left quietly and didn''t wake her up.


    After asking several nurses, she finally found out Jack''s ward number. When she walked through


    the door, Rachel didn''t know how to react to the scene that greeted her.


    Jack was lying in the bed with his eyes closed, while Scarlett was sleeping on the edge of the bed.


    Their hands were tightly intertwined.


    What a loving scene!


    With a bitter smile, Rachel looked down at the soup she brought with her. She stood there for a


    moment, stewing in the mixed feelings the sight awakened within her, and left after a final nce.


    After her footsteps had faded away, Scarlett slowly opened her eyes, and her lips curved up in a


    smug smile.


    By coincidence, she had stepped toward the window to make a phone call to a friend when she saw


    Rachel entering the hospital. She guessed that the other woman must havee to see Jack, so


    she quickly positioned herself on the edge of the bed and grabbed Jack''s hand tightly.


    She turned back and looked at Jack''s pale and bloodless face. An idea started forming in her mind.


    Lea couldn''t fall asleep until thetter half of the night, so it was almost noon when she woke up.


    She put on a coat and went to Rachel''s suite next door. Unexpectedly, she found Julie as the room''s


    sole upant, sitting on the sofa in the living room and snoring.


    She urgently shook Julie awake and asked, "Julie, why are you sleeping here? Where is Rachel?"


    "She''s making soup in the kitchen," Julie groggily answered.


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