Gregory immediately walked up to Avery. He opened his mouth but couldn’t make a sound, let alone say anything.
His eyes were full of urgency. He was desperate to know Anathea’s condition.
“Her blood pressure has stabilized, and she’s out of danger.” Avery raised her head, removing her mask. “She’ll wake up in
about an hour.”
At that moment, Gregory finally felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted. His whole body collapsed backward.
“Greg!” Adrian called out anxiously.
Dominic, with quick reflexes, caught Gregory. “Are you alright?”
Gregory didn’t speak. His expression was calm. But he was exuding a dark presence.
“Greg…” Louie looked at him, deeply worried. Only he understood Gregory’s state. He knew Gregory was suppressing himself
now.
The calmer Gregory appeared on the surface, the more turbulent it was within him. And once that fragile layer of calm was broken, all the emotions would devour him in an instant.
He wouldn’t be able to hold on.
Louie quickly stepped forward and grabbed Gregory from Dominic’s hands.
Supporting Gregory, Louie patiently persuaded him, “Don’t worry. The doctor already said Ana
is alright. And the best doctors from Castenea are still inside keeping watch. Nothing will happen. You haven’t slept for 48 hours. Go get some rest.”
But Gregory only said, “I’ll wait for her to come out.”
Only when he saw with his own eyes that Anathea was fine could he truly be at ease.
When the observation period ended, Anathea, lying on the hospital bed, was wheeled out of the operating room by a nurse.
Gregory instinctively stepped toward her, but Theo blocked him, his face full of vigilance. “You hurt her to this point. What more do you want from her?”
Louie couldn’t help but shout at him, “Theo! Can you not go too far? No matter what, Greg is still Anathea’s husband. He wants to see her. You have no right to interfere.”
Theo said nothing. He just glared at Gregory.
Looking at Gregory’s pale face, Theo clenched his teeth, then furiously pulled his hand back and strode away. When he reached the stairwell, he finally lost control as he slammed his fist hard against the door. “Damn it!”
He didn’t care about the pain in his hand. His heart was aching more.
He regretted it so much. He regretted that he hadn’t held on longer Even if Anathea had already rejected him, he should’ve persisted more.
As long as Anathea said the word, Theo would have taken her away resolutely.
But he had still missed his chance. One wrong step had led to another.
Theo banged his forehead against the door panel again and again, his eyes stinging and swelling with unshed tears.
Just then, the sound of a wheelchair came from outside the stairwell.
Then, Adrian offered him a cigarette.
Theo paused, looking at Adrian with his reddened eyes.
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“I know. With what happened to Anathea, your pain is no less than Gregory’s. Take the edge off a little,” uttered Adrian gently.
Theo bit his lip and took the cigarette with trembling fingers. But when he searched his pockets for a long time without finding a lighter, he lowered his head in frustration.
› A flame appeared before his eyes.
Adrian reached out and helped light the cigarette in Theo’s hand.
Theo took a drag. The moment it entered his lungs, his suppressed emotions overwhelmed him. He coughed several times, tears coming to his eyes.
Looking at Theo in such a state, Adrian shook his head. Then, he lita cigarette for himself, staying by Theo’s side quietly.
White smoke curled in the sunlight, gradually dispersing with the breeze.
Dominic stood at the door of the ward, his gaze falling on the figure lying in the bed.
Anathea’s face was pale, but her features were distinct. Though she wore no makeup, she still looked serene and graceful, especially with that small, delicate mole on the bridge of her nose.
