Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 48:

The hallway was crowded and buzzing with excitement as people pressed forward, surrounding the door of the operating room. Connor, maintaining his distance from the crowd due to his high status, stood back in the corner. His height allowed him to see over the heads of others, giving him a clear view into the room

Ferris, removing his mask, spoke to Caylee’s attending doctor. “The patient’s vital signs are stable. Please ensure she receives proper care, ingests enough nutrition, and avoids any emotional distress.”

As he finished his instructions, Caylee was wheeled out. Although still in a semi-vegetative state with her eyes closed, she appeared much better. Her breathing and heartbeat had normalized

Daryl, overcome with emotion, approached and gently stroked Caylee’s forehead, asking softly, “Are you okay, Caylee?” In a moment that felt like a miracle, Caylee, eyes still closed, lifted her hand and patted Daryl’s arm reassuringly. For twenty-two years, this had been her condition—aware of her surroundings and capable of limited responses, but unable to fully awaken

Caylee’s condition over the years, but the fear of losing her had always lingered. Even in her current state, Caylee’s ability to interact provided a vital connection to her loved ones. She was still with them, not lost to the silence of the grave. Suddenly, Ruth Sanchez, the eldest member of the family, rushed to Caylee’s side and burst into tears, exclaiming, “Thank God you’re back, my daughter. You

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that had saved her from the brink, preventing a devastating loss for the Sanchez family. As the leader of the Sanchez family, Daryl maintained composure unlike

had already departed? Everyone was shocked. Nobody had seen her exit, though the hallway lights had remained on. But when they looked inside the operating room, it was clear—Dr. Riss had indeed left. Disappointment settled over everyone.

watching the operating room door, certain Riss hadn’t passed through. She must have found another

operating room had briefly gone out for five seconds, Connor couldn’t help

his people to secure all hospital exits; escape was impossible under his surveillance. Turning to Domenic, he found his understanding immediate. “Don’t worry, Mr. Daniels. I’ve sent Riss’s picture to the bodyguards at the exits. We also have people monitoring the surveillance cameras. Riss can’t escape, not even if she