NovelsFreeChapter 841: How could Hadley not feel desperate? She had worked so hard to conceive.
It was all for Joy.
And now, things had turned out like this.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThirty minutes passed before Hadley was taken into surgery.
She lay still on the cold operating table. The surgical lights beamed down, harsh and bright, as she finally let her eyes close.
The doctor's reassuring voice reached her, saying, "Try to stay calm. The surgery for an ectopic pregnancy is not considered major. We have refined this procedure over..." The years; it will only take a couple of hours. You're still young and have many years ahead of you. Postsurgery, with the right care, your future ability to have children will remain unaffected." Hadley's tears wouldn't stop.
The doctor's words aimed to comfort, but they missed her true fear. It wasn't about her own health; her heart ached for Joy. The thought of Joy not having a chance at a healthy life was overwhelming. Could fate really be so harsh on her little Joy? Two hours had passed when Hadley emerged from surgery, her bed rolling smoothly into the ward.
Elissa was still there. She hadn't moved from the room.
"Hadley." She reached out carefully, her fingers finding Hadley's hand. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You're going to be alright. Everything will be okay." Under the lingering haze of anesthesia, Hadley murmured a weak response.
"You must be exhausted." Tears welled up in Elissa's eyes as her voice broke. “Just rest... no need to speak. Just close your eyes. I'm right here." Silently, Hadley shut her eyes, letting the tears escape freely.
Explore more stories galBy six in the morning, Eric had made it to Redmarsh.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as he reached the doorstep, the housekeeper cup the walk, arms weighed down with bags of groceries from the market. She stopped in her tracks when she spotted Eric.
"Mr. Flynn? I didn't expect to see you so soon." She then quickly added, "Is it Miss Pearson's emergency that brings you back so soon?" "That was fast," the housekeeper remarked, a note of surprise in her voice. "Miss Pearson just had surgery last night, and here you are already." She continued chatting away as she lifted a small bag. "Miss Holland calledbefore dawn, said Miss Pearson had surgery and askedto make schicken soup for her. I went to the market early and bought this fresh chicken-perfect for making soup."
Eric froze. His expression darkened instantly, brows drawing together in a sharp forrow. Surgery?" His voice dropped, tense. "What surgery?"
The housekeeper blinked, confused by his reaction. "You didn't know? Then... Why did can't you..." "Answer me!" Eric's sudden outburst cut through the air like a whip, startling her.
"S-surgery..." the housekeeper stammered, flustered. "I don't know the details. Miss Holland didn't say. I on, nervously didn't ask." Shehur clutching the bag. "She only toldshe'd be staying at the hospital with Miss Pearson for a few days... and askedto make the soup and then pack sclothes for them." Useless. All of it-useless chatter.
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